But Esculapius was a foreign power: In his own city Caesar we adore: Him arms and arts alike renown’d beheld, In peace conspicuous, dreadful in the field; His rapid conquests, and swift-finish’d wars, The hero justly fix’d among the stars; Yet is his progeny his greatest fame: The son immortal makes the father’s name. The sea-girt Britons, by his courage tamed, For their high rocky cliffs, and fierceness famed; His dreadful navies, which victorious rode O’er Nile’s affrighted waves and seven-sourced flood; Numidia, and the spacious realms regain’d, Where Cinyphis or flows, or Juba reign’d; The powers of titled Mithridates broke, And Pontus added to the Roman yoke; Triumphal shows decreed, for conquests won, For conquests, which the triumphs still outshone; These are great deeds; yet less, than to have given The world a lord, in whom, propitious Heaven, When you decreed the sovereign rule to place, You bless’d with lavish bounty human race.