When first young Maro in his boundless mind A work t' outlast immortal Rome designed, Perhaps he seemed above the critic's law, And but from nature's fountains scorned to draw: But when t' examine every part he came, Nature and Homer were, he found, the same.

This Styx and these Elysian fields look like any other lake and coteaux and are entirely indebted to the lyre of Maro for their celebrity.

An apron, or maro of red feathers, is the badge of royal dignity, and great deference is paid to the chiefs.