The Senators stand round, The people, and the guardian gods of Rome.
With double flame his joyous brows are crowned; The constellation of his sire renowned Beams o'er his head.

There too, his ships in line, With winds and gods to prosper him, is found Agrippa.

Radiant on his head doth shine The crown of golden beaks, the battle's glorious sign.
XC.

Here, late from Parthia and the Red-sea coast, With motley legions and barbaric pride, Comes Anthony.

From Egypt swarms his host, From India and far Bactra.