Thou would’st, thy soul’s supreme content to prove,
Teach all mankind thy happiness and love;
T’admire Octavia ev’ry eye must join,
And render her more fair and dear to thine.
O days of splendour pass’d on Athen’s plains,
Where all things seem’d but to cement our chains,
That race by Mars and Pallas jointly crown’d,
Who arts diffuse to all the world around.
Witness’d my happiness so pure serene,
And press’d each day to ornament the scene.