Who had been Second to Magnus living, he shall be My first hereafter: to that sacred shade Be the prime honour.

Chance of war appoints My lord but not my leader.

Thee alone I followed, Magnus; after thee the fates.
Nor hope we now for victory, nor wish; For all our Thracian army is fled In Caesar's victory, whose potent star Of fortune rules the world, and none but he Has power to keep or save.

That civil war Which while Pompeius lived was loyalty Is impious now.

If in the public right Thou, patriot Cato, find'st thy guide, we seek The standards of the Consul." Thus he spake And with him leaped into the ship a throng Of eager comrades.
Then was Rome undone, For all the shore was stirring with a crowd Athirst for slavery.