Translatio Imperrii

I buried there King Agamemnon and gave Minerva back her troth. Greece is fading, Gods are changing; the sooth foresees the sons of Rome.

With ease a man may build an empire if fortune favors he, But oft to slake the lust of would-be emperors go we.

What Aleric ended, Caeser beget, though Marcus brief suspended, Her revenue, her retinue, her vitality was ended.

With ease a man may build an empire if fortune favors he, But oft to slake the lust of would-be emperors go we.

Return to Ephesus o' Trojan, return and rule the horn again, for eleven hundred years against the onslaught of the van!

And stole we west our best and vesper, invested in new royalty, One ruled the waves and thence dispatched an unmatched majesty.

With ease a man may build an empire if fortune favors he, But oft to slake the lust of would-be emperors go we.

To brave new shores, an undiscovered country there to claim, a light, a beacon, holy terror, so brightly burned the flame.

What first corrupts, then dismembers, then exhausts in vain. I'll bury you, like Agamemnon, with Minerva's thanks again.

With ease a man may build an empire if fortune favors he, But oft to slake the lust of would-be emperors go we.