[62]So rue the nations when their kings offend:

When uttering wiles and brooding thoughts of ill,

They bend the laws and wrest them to their will.

Oh gorged with gold! ye kingly judges hear!

Make straight your paths: your crooked judgments fear:

That the foul record may no more be seen,

Erased, forgotten, as it ne’er had been!

He wounds himself that aims another’s wound:

His evil counsels on himself rebound.

Jove at his awful pleasure looks from high