Soon as the power armipotent survey’d The flashing skies, the signal he obey’d; And leaning on his lance, he mounts his car, His fiery coursers lashing through the air. Mount Palatine he gains, and finds his son Good laws enacting on a peaceful throne; The scales of heavenly justice holding high, With steady hand, and a discerning eye. Then vaults upon his car, and to the spheres, Swift, as a flying shaft, Rome’s founder bears. The parts more pure, in rising are refined, The gross and perishable lag behind. His shrine in purple vestments stands in view; He looks a god, and is Quirinus now.