text:  In stately pomp the people wend up the Tarpeian slope All brightly on a bright day clad the pure white robes of hope; New axes shine and in the sun new purple bravely sports And greeted-far the curule chair new weight of worth supports;[12] New oxen come that lately cropp'd the sweet Faliscan grass And yield to Jove their willing necks on which no yoke did pass