Now warrior Mars his burnish’d helm puts on, + 

And thus addresses heaven’s imperial throne: + 

“Since the inferior world is now become + 

One vassal globe, and colony to Rome, + 

This grace, oh Jove, for Romulus I claim, + 

Admit him to the skies, from whence he came. + 

Long hast thou promised an ethereal state + 

To Mars’s lineage; and thy word is fate.” + 

The sire, that rules the thunder with a nod, + 

Declared the fiat, and dismiss’d the god. + 

Soon as the power armipotent survey’d + 

The flashing skies, the signal he obey’d; + 

And leaning on his lance, he mounts his car, + 

His fiery coursers lashing through the air. + 

Mount Palatine he gains, and finds his son + 

Good laws enacting on a peaceful throne; + 

The scales of heavenly justice holding high, + 

With steady hand, and a discerning eye. + 

Then vaults upon his car, and to the spheres, + 

Swift, as a flying shaft, Rome’s founder bears. + 

The parts more pure, in rising are refined, + 

The gross and perishable lag behind. + 

His shrine in purple vestments stands in view; + 

He looks a god, and is Quirinus now. + 