But see! the sage, to mortal view confest,
Thrice waves the hand, and says, or seems to say,
"The debt I owe thee how shall I repay?
"Welcome to Latium's shore, illustrious guest!
"Long may'st thou live to grace thy native isle,
"Humane in thought and elegant in style!
"While on thy consort I with rapture gaze
"My own Calphurnia rises to my view:
"That bliss unknown but to the virtuous few,
"Briton! is thine; charm'd with domestic praise
"Thine are those heart-felt joys that sweeten life,
"The son, the friend, the daughter and the wife. "