So shall he have his full deserts.

Bourb.‍The world's

Great capital perchance is ours to-morrow.[dn]

Through every change the seven-hilled city hath

Retained her sway o'er nations, and the Cæsars

But yielded to the Alarics, the Alarics

Unto the pontiffs. Roman, Goth, or priest.

Still the world's masters! Civilised, barbarian,

Or saintly, still the walls of Romulus

Have been the circus of an Empire. Well!