Classic Poem

Incense and victims to Augustus bring,
Ye Muses, for your Silius' offering.
Now Caesar, Rome's most sure and only ward,
Hath for our poet once again regard,
And bids the lictor strike upon his door
And the twelve axes to his son restore,
So that but one thing waits to crown his joy,
The happy purple for his second boy.
Though Pompey threefold office once obtained,
And great Agrippa triple honours gained,
Yet Silius thinks he the same fame has own
If Janus holds the name of either son.