It is not frenzied—but destroy’d!
Ay! view the wreck with shuddering thought—
That work of ruin thou hast wrought!
The secret of thy doom to tell,
My name alone suffices well!
Stephania!—once a hero’s bride!
Otho! thou know’st the rest—he died.
Yes! trusting to a monarch’s word,
The Roman fell, untried, unheard!
And thou, whose every pledge was vain,