3. On the Expected Birth of Domitian's Heir -

Be born, thou name to Iulus promised long,
Be born, true scion of the heavenly throng;
With snow-white fingers Julia shall take
The golden fleece and thence they life-threads make.
But pass the ages ere thy sire resign
The reins and join his elder power with thine.
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Martial
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