The royal chief, the Cæsar of the age,
Whose acts the wonder of the world engage.
The martial spirit animates his mien,
His heart intrepid, and his look serene.
There Fame, regardless else who reigns or bleeds,
With all her breath resounds his mighty deeds.
Here from whole nations in the field o’erthrown,
He points to trophies which are all his own;
While Victory gives to valour so renown’d
The blooming wreath which her own temples bound.