But my prayers to heaven No favouring answer found; that arms laid down In happy victory, Magnus, once again I might embrace thee, begging thee to grant Thine ancient love to Caesar, and thy life.
Thus for my labours with a worthy prize Content, thine equal, bound in faithful peace, I might have brought thee to forgive the gods For thy disaster; thou had'st gained for me From Rome forgiveness." Thus he spake, but found No comrade in his tears; nor did the host Give credit to his grief.

Deep in their breasts They hide their groans, and gaze with joyful front (O famous Freedom!) on the deed of blood: And dare to laugh when mighty Caesar wept.
ENDNOTES: (1) This was the Stoic theory.

The perfect of men passed after death into a region between our atmosphere and the heavens, where they remained until the day of general conflagration, (see Book VII.

line 949), with their senses amplified and rendered akin to divine.
(2) A promontory in Africa was so called, as well as that in Italy.
(3) Meaning that her husband gave her this commission in order to prevent her from committing suicide.
(4) See Book VIII., line 547.
(5) See line 709.
(6) This passage is described by Lord Macaulay as "a pure gem of rhetoric without one flaw, and, in my opinion, not very far from historical truth" (Trevelyan's "Life and Letters", vol.
i., page 462.) (7) "...

Clarum et venembile nomen Gentibus, et multum nostrae quod profuit urbi," quoted by Mr.Burke, and applied to Lord Chatham, in his Speech on American taxation.
(8) That is, liberty, which by the murder of Pompeius they had obtained.
(9) Reading "saepit", Hosius.