A LCIDES , now as our fair Caesar seen,
Most welcome to the Latin Jove, I ween,
If such had been thy visage in men's sight
What time the monsters yielded to thy might,
They had not seen thee bear thy cruel thrall,
Nor as a slave to Argive monarch fall.
Ne'er hadst thou wool for Omphali unwound,
Or viewed the Styx and the Tartarean hound;
Eurystheus would have bowed to thy behest,
Nor Lichas brought the Centaur's guileful vest;
Unvexed by Oeta thou hadst reached the heaven
Which by the pyre at last to thee was given.
Now Juno smiles, fair Hebi's love is thine,
And Nymphs before thee blush for their rapine.