When the injustice of these critics strikes me, I almost wish that Cicero's letters had not been preserved.
As I have referred to the evidence of those who have, in these latter days, spoken against Cicero, I will endeavor to place before the reader the testimony of his character which was given by writers, chiefly of his own nation, who dealt with his name for the hundred and fifty years after his death--from the time of Augustus down to that of Adrian--a period much given to literature, in which the name of a politician and a man of literature would assuredly be much discussed.
Readers will see in what language he was spoken of by those who came after him.

I trust they will believe that if I knew of testimony on the other side, of records adverse to the man, I would give them.

The first passage to which I will allude does not bear Cicero's name; and it may be that I am wrong in assuming honor to Cicero from a passage in poetry, itself so famous, in which no direct allusion is made to himself.

But the idea that Virgil in the following lines refers to the manner in which Cicero soothed the multitude who rose to destroy the theatre when the knights took their front seats in accordance with Otho's law, does not originate with me.

I give the lines as translated by Dryden, with the original in a note.[8] "As when in tumults rise the ignoble crowd, Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud; And stones and brands in rattling volleys fly, And all the rustic arms that fury can supply; If then some grave and pious man appear, They hush their noise, and lend a listening ear; He soothes with sober words their angry mood, And quenches their innate desire of blood." This, if it be not intended for a portrait of Cicero on that occasion, exactly describes his position and his success.