In Rome they had not me the triumph grudged
Of having curbed and crushed this haughty race,
The fierce and mortal foemen of our name;
In will determined, ready aye to face
The greatest peril and the direst risk;
Whom not a Roman here can ever boast
Of having challenged with the naked sword;
Whose valour, whose dexterity in arms,
Have forced me, and with reason, to surround
And pen them in like fierce untamèd beasts,