Why should I seek for records of his crimes,
If there the suffering people ask in vain
A little earth to lay their bones in peace?
If the decree which yielded to their claims
So brief a heritage, and the which to seal
Thy brother’s blood was shed—if this remain
Still fruitless, still delusive, who was he
That mock’d its power?—Who to all Rome declared
Thy brother’s death was just, was needful?—Who
But Scipio? And remember thou the words