These glorious aims inflam’d my ardent breast,
And tender prepossession did the rest.
That happy day on which thy faith was giv’n,
Bestow’d dear Anthony, the joys of heaven!
What pomp, great Gods! and with what transport join’d
To sway the lords of Rome, and of mankind;
I dissipated rage and banish’d art,
And rul’d a brother’s and a husband’s heart.
Extinguish’d in her breast discordant hate,
And reign’d the sovereign of the Roman state.