That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,
With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,
Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,
Then vanished to the of their birth,
That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,
Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,
Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,
Then vanished to the of their birth,
That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,
Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome
