Deification of Caesar

Although this stranger [Ascelpius] approached to our shrine, 

Caesar is a god in his own city; exceptional by war and peace,

but it was not the wars that were more ended by triumphs, 

the things done at home, or the quickly won fame that

 made him a new comet among the stars 

as it was his descendant; indeed there is not 

any greater act of Caesar than that he emerged as the father of this man: 

certainly it is more than to have conquered the Britons of the sea and to

have led his victorious ships up the seven-mouthed flood of the papyrus bearing Nile, 

and to have driven the rebellious Numidians,

Libya and Mithridates, arrogant with  the name of Pontus, 

under the people of Quirinus;

to have earned many, and celebrated few triumphs, 

than it is to have brought forth such a man, under whose ruling,

you gods who have abundantly favored humans?

 Therefore, to prevent this man [Augustus] from being made from  human seed, 

that man [Caesar] must be made a god. 

As Golden Venus, mother of Aeneas saw this, and 

also saw preparation for a sorrowful death for Caesar, 

and the conspiratorial weapons to be moved, she paled and stopped, 

and for each god she met, she said: “look, do you see 

how large the mass of tricks that are being prepared for me is, and 

how much treachery is being sought out against my head, and 

how what remains from me is Trojan Iulus alone

Will I always be the only one troubled by justified concerns?
Now the Calydonian spear of the son of Tydeus wounds me,

Now the poorly defended walls of Troy confuse me,

Seeing my son driven to long wanderings, 

and thrown by storms, and penetrating the house of silence,

and to carry on wars with Turnus, or, if we admit, in truth

with Juno? Why now do I remember ancient failures with my family?

This fear does not allow me to have remembered the past. 

Look! You see wicked swords being sharpened.

Hold back those men, I pray, and repel their crime, and

do not extinguish the sacred flame of Vesta by killing her priest.”

Venus, anxious, hurls such words to the whole sky and moves the gods, who, 

although they are not able to break the

 iron decrees of the ancient sisters nevertheless give signals, -

not at all uncertain, of future grief.