Illos ergo umeri cervicesque servorum super ora nostra, te fama te gloria te civium pietas, te libertas super ipsos principes vehunt; te ad sidera tollit humus ista communis et confusa principis vestigia.
carried on the shoulders and bowed backs of slaves they rose above our heads. But you are lifted high by your own fame and glory, by your freedom and the admiration of your subjects, far above those same rulers; you are lifted up to the heavens by the very ground we all walk on, where your imperial footsteps are mixed with our own.