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Now Warrior Mars his burnish'd Helm puts on, And thus addresses Heav'n's Imperial Throne. Since the inferior World is now become One Vassal Globe, and Colony to Rome, This Grace, O Jove, for Romulus I claim, Admit him to the Skies, from whence he came. Long hast thou promis'd an Ætherial State To Mars's Lineage; and thy Word is Fate. The Sire, that rules the Thunder, with a Nod, Declar'd the Fiat, and dismiss'd the God. Soon as the Pow'r Armipotent survey'd, The flashing Skies, the Signal he obey'd; And leaning on his Lance, he mounts his Car, His fiery Coursers lashing thro' the Air. Mount Palatine he gains, and finds his Son Good Laws enacting on a peaceful Throne; The Scales of heav'nly Justice holding high, With steady Hand, and a discerning Eye. Then vaults upon his Carr, and to the Spheres, Swift, as a flying Shaft, Rome's Founder bears. The Parts, more pure, in rising are refin'd, The gross, and perishible lag behind. His Shrine in purple Vestments stands in view; He looks a God, and is Quirinus now.

E'er long the Goddess of the Nuptial Bed, With Pity mov'd, sends Iris in her Stead To sad Hersilia—Thus the Meteor Maid:— Chast Relict! in bright Truth to Heav'n ally'd, The Sabines Glory, and the Sex's Pride; Honour'd