For lawless power The best defence is crime, and cruel deeds Find safety but in doing.

He that aims At piety must flee the regal hall; Virtue's the bane of rule; he lives in dread Who shrinks from cruelty.

Nor let this chief Unpunished scorn thy youth, who thinks that thou Not even the conquered from our shore can'st bar.
Nor to a stranger, if thou would'st not reign, Resign thy sceptre, for the ties of blood Speak for thy banished sister.

Let her rule O'er Nile and Pharos: we shall at the least Preserve our Egypt from the Latian arms.
What Magnus owned not ere the war was done, No more shall Caesar.

Driven from all the world, Trusting no more to Fortune, now he seeks Some foreign nation which may share his fate.
Shades of the slaughtered in the civil war Compel him: nor from Caesar's arms alone But from the Senate also does he fly, Whose blood outpoured has gorged Thessalian fowl; Monarchs he fears whose all he hath destroyed, And nations piled in one ensanguined heap, By him deserted.