"Would'st thou behold the Tarquins?
Yonder stands Great Brutus, the Avenger, proud to tear The people's fasces from the tyrant's hands.
First Consul, he the dreaded axe shall bear, The patriot-father, who for freedom fair Shall call his own rebellious sons to bleed.
O noble soul, but hapless! Howso'er Succeeding ages shall record the deed.
'Tis country's love prevails, and glory's quenchless greed.
CX.

"Lo, there the Drusi and the Decii stand, And stern Torquatus with his axe, and lo! Camilius brings in triumph to his land The Roman standards, rescued from the foe.
See, too, yon pair, well-matched in equal show Of radiant arms, and, while obscured in night, Firm knit in friendly fellowship; but oh! How dire the feud, what hosts shall arm for fight, What streams of carnage flow, if e'er they reach the light! CXI.

"Here from Monoecus and the Alps descends The father; there, with Easterns in array, The daughter's husband.

O my sons! be friends; Cease from the strife; forbear the unnatural fray, Nor turn Rome's prowess to her own decay; And thou, the foremost of our blood, be first To fling the arms of civic strife away, And cease for lawless victories to thirst, Thou of Olympian birth, and sheath the sword, accurst.
CXII.

"See who from Corinth doth his march pursue, Decked with the spoils of many a Grecian foe.
His car shall climb the Capitol.