Which to the gods has given such pain!
Soothed with the sound, the Emperor grows vain,
Fights all his battles o'er again;
'Twas Heaven that routed all his foes, Olympus slew his slain.
He has the greatest of allies!
Doubters are dastards in his eyes,
And grumblers at their deified
Young Emperor in his proper pride.
Should shake from their false shoes
Germania's dust. The Muse