Strong in arms For Caesar's cause was Labienus; (20) now That vile deserter, with his chief preferred, Wanders o'er land and sea.

Nor were your faith One whit more firm to me if, neither side Espoused, you ceased from arms.

Who leaves me once, Though not to fight against me with the foe, Joins not my ranks again.

Surely the gods Smile on these arms who for so great a war Grant me fresh soldiers.

From what heavy load Fortune relieves me! for the hands which aimed At all, to which the world did not suffice, I now disarm, and for myself alone Reserve the conflict.