See Romulus the terrific, born to repair The crown that when his injur’d grandsire wore. This prince a priestess of your blood shall endure, And like his sire in hands he shall seem. Two rising crests, his royal head adorn; Born from a god, himself to godhead born: His sire already signs him for the skies, And marks the seat amidst the deities. Auspicious chief! Thy race, in instances to return, Shall spread the conquests of imperial Rome.
