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Legions shall come to end the bloodless war,
And shouting follow my triumphal car.
While you, a vulgar, mean, abandon'd race,
Shall view our honours with a downward face,
And curse yourselves in secret as we pass.
Can your vain aid, can your departing force,
Withhold my conquest, or delay my course ?
So trickling brooks their waters may deny,
And hope to leave the mighty ocean dry;

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Nor think fuch vulgar souls as yours were given,
To be the task of fate, and care of heaven.:
Few are the lordly, the distinguish'd great,
On whom the watchful gods, like guardians, wait:
The rest for common use were all design'd, 495
An unregarded rabble of mankind.
By my auspicious name, and fortune, led,
Wide o'er the world your conquering arms were spread,
But say, what had you done, with Pompeyat your head ?
Vast was the fame by Labienus won,

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When rank'd amidst my warlike friends, he shone :
Now mark what follows on his faithful change,
And see him with his chief new-chosen range;
By land, and sea, where-e'er my arms he spies,
An ignominious runagate he flies.

505 Such shall you prove. Nor is it worth my care, Whether to Pompey's aid your arms you bear : Who quits his leader, wherefoe'er he go, Flies like a traitor, and becomes my foe. Yes, ye great gods! your

kinder care I own, 510 You made the faith of these false legions known :

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You warn.me well to change these coward bands,
Nor trust my fate to such betraying hands.
And thou too, Fortune, point'st me out the way,
A. mighty debt, thus, cheaply to repay :

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Henceforth my care regards myself alone,
War's glorious gain shall now be all my own,
For you, ye vulgar herd, in peace return,
My ensigns shall by manly hands be borne.
Some few of you my sentence here shall wait,

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And warn succeeding factions by your fate.
Down! groveling down to earth, ye. traitors, bend,
And with your proftrate necks, my doom attend.
And you, ye younger striplings of the war,
You, whom I mean to make my

future care ;

525 Strike home! to blood, to death, inure your hands, And learn to execute my dread commands.

He spoke; and, at the impious found dismay'd,
The trembling unresisting croud obey'd :
No more their late equality they boast,

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But bend beneath his frown a suppliant hoft.
Singly secure, he stands confess’d their lord,
And rules, in spite of him, the soldier's sword.
Doubtful, at first, their patience he surveys,
And wonders why each haughty heart obeys; 535
Beyond his hopes he sees the stubborn bow,
And bare their breasts obedient to the blow;
Till ev'n his cooler thoughts the deed disclaim,
And would not find their fiercer souls fo tame.
A few, at length, selected from the rest,
Bled for example; and the tuin uit ceas'd ;

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While the consenting host the vi&tims view'd,
And, in that blood, their broken faith renew'd.

Now to Brundusium's walls he bids them tend,
Where ten long days their weary marches end; 545
There he commands assembling barks to meet,
And furnish from the neighbouring shores his fleet.
Thither the crooked keels from Leuca glide,
From Taras old, and Hydrus' winding tide;
Thither with swelling fails their way they take, 550
From lowly Sipus, and Salapia's lake ;
From where Apulia’s fruitful mountains rise,
Where high along the coast Garganus lies,
And beating seas and fighting winds defies.

Mean-while the chief to Rome directs his way, 555 Now fearful, aw'd, and fashion'd to his sway. There, with mock prayers, the suppliant vulgar wait, And urge on him the great dictator's state. Obedient he, since thus their wills ordain, A gracious tyrant condescends to reign.

560 His mighty name the joyful Fasti wear, Worthy to usher in the curst Pharsalian year. Then was the time, when fycophants began To heap all titles on one lordly man ; Then learn’d our fires that fawning lying strain, 565 Which we, their Navish fons, so well retain : Then, first, were seen to join, an ill-match'd pair, The ax of justice, with the sword of war ; Fasces, and eagles, mingling, march along, And in proud Cæsar's train promiscuous throng. 570 And while all powers in him alone unite, He mocks the people with the Mews of right,

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The Martian field th' assembling tribes receives,
And each his unregarded suffrage gives ;
Still with the same folemnity of face,

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The reverend augur seems to fill his place:
Though now he hears not when the thunders roll,
Nor sees the flight of the ill-boding owl.
Then sunk the state and dignity of Rome,
Thence monthly confuls nominally come :

580 Just as the sovereign bids, their names appear, To head the calendar, and mark the year. Then too, to finish out the pageant show, With formal rites to Alban Jove they go ; By night the festival was huddled o'er,

585 Nor could the god, unworthy, ask for more; He who look'd on, and saw such foul disgrace, Such slavery befall his Trojan race.

Now Cæfar, like the flame that cuts the skies, And swifter than the vengeful tigress, flies Where waste and overgrown Apulia lies ; O'er-passing soon the rude abandon'd plains, Brundufium's crooked shores, and Cretan walls he gains. Loud Boreas there his

navy

close confines, While wary seamen dread the wintery signs.

595 But he, th’impatient chief, disdains to spare Those hours that better may be spent in war : He grieves to see his ready fleet withheld, While others boldly plow the watery field. 599 Eager to rouze their sloth, behold, (he cries) The constant wind that rules the wintery skies, With what a fettled certainty it Hies !

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Unlike the wanton fickle gales, that bring
The cloudy changes of the faithless spring.
Nor need we now to shift, to tack, and veer :
Steady the friendly north commands to steer.
Oh! that the fury of the driving blast
May fwell the fail, and bend the lofty mast.
So, Mall our navy soon be wafted o'er,
Ere yon Phæacian gallies dip the oar,
And intercept the wish’d-for Grecian More.
Cut every cable then, and hafte away;

· 612 The waiting winds and seas upbraid our long delay.

Low in the west the setting sun was laid, Up rofe the night in glittering stars array'd, And silver Cynthia cast a lengthening shade ; When loosing from the shore the moving fleet, All hands at once unfurl the spreading sheet; The flacker tacklings let the canvas flow, To gather all the breath the winds can blow. 620 Swift, for a while, they scud before the wind, And leave Hesperia's lessening shores behind; When, lo! the dying breeze begins to fail, And Autters on the malt the flagging fail : The duller.waves with flower heavings creep, "And a dead calm benumbs the lazy deep. As when the winter's potent breath constrains The Scythian Euxine in her icy chains; No more the Bofphori their streams maintain, Nor rushing Ister heaves the languid main.; Each keel inclos'd, at once forgets its course, While o'er the new-made champion bounds the horse : 4

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