A look from Caius—a salute, a smile,
Fill’d them with pride. Each sought to be the friend,
The client, ay, the very slave, of him,
The people’s idol; and beholding them
Thus prostrate in thy path, thou, thou thyself,
Didst blush to see their vileness! But thy fortune
Is waning now, her glorious phantoms melt
Into dim vapour; and the earthly god,
So worshipp’d once, from his forsaken shrines
Down to the dust is hurl’d.