Take, for all is thine, The treasures of our temples and the gold, Take all our youth by land or on the sea To do thy bidding: Lesbos only asks This from the chief who sought her in his pride, Not in his fall to leave her." Pleased in soul At such a love, and joyed that in the world Some faith still lingered, thus Pompeius said: "Earth has for me no dearer land than this.
Did I not trust it with so sweet a pledge And find it faithful?
Here was Rome for me, Country and household gods.

This shore I sought Home of my wife, this Lesbos, which for her Had merited remorseless Caesar's ire: Nor was afraid to trust you with the means To gain his mercy.

But enough -- through me Your guilt was caused -- I part, throughout the world To prove my fate.

Farewell thou happiest land! Famous for ever, whether taught by thee Some other kings and peoples may be pleased To give me shelter; or should'st thou alone Be faithful.

And now seek I in what lands Right may be found or wrong.