Book VII, Epigram 7: De reditu Domitiani

Now sport, if ere, ye Muses with my vein,
From the north world the god returnes again.
December first brings forth the peoples vote,
Tis just we cry, He comes, with open throat.
Blest in thy chance, from Janus share the day
Since what he'd give, thou givest to us, our joy.
Let the crownd Souldier play his solemn sport,
While he attends the bayes invested Court
Tis right (great Caesar) our light jokes to heare,
Since that thy Tryumph them doth love and beare.