MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please,

Beyond the glades of the Hesperides;

Along Janiculum lies the chosen block

Where the cool grottos trench the hanging rock.

The moderate summit, something plain and bare,

Tastes overhead of a serener air;

And while the clouds besiege the vales below,

Keeps the clear heaven and doth with sunshine glow.

To the June stars that circle in the skies

The dainty roofs of that tall villa rise.

Hence do the seven imperial hills appear;

And you may view the whole of Rome from here;

Beyond, the Alban and the Tuscan hills;

And the cool groves and the cool falling rills,

Rubre Fidenae, and with virgin blood

Anointed once............