Some, the broad tablet, flashing on the sight,
With titles, names: the statues, tumbled down,
Are dragged by hooting thousands through the town;
The brazen cars torn rudely from the yoke,
And, with the blameless steeds, to shivers broke—
Then roar the flames! The sooty artist blows,
And all Sejanus[51] in the furnace glows;
Sejanus, once so honored, so adored,
And only second to the world’s great lord,
Runs glittering from the mould, in cups and cans,