And Britain land the promis’d seat of Brute,
Deck’d with so many spoils of conquered kings!
Hail, native soil, these nine years’ space unseen!
To thee hath long-renowned Rome at last
Held up her hands, bereft of former pomp.
But first, inflam’d with wonted valour’s heat,
Amidst our sorest siege and thickest broils
She stoutly fought, and fiercely waged wars.
Tiberius courage gave, upbraiding oft
The Roman force, their wonted luck, and long