The first Roman Emperor, whose forty years sway,
His people with pleasure, could always obey.
The General, whom Cæsar contrived to annoy.
And occasion his army in terror to fly,
By desiring his soldiers, their faces to wound,
Which soon made the combatants vacate the ground.
That Roman, whose firmness no sufferings could move,
Tho' destin'd the cruellest torments to prove.
The name of that Horse, whose vile master did say,
He wish'd he all Romans, could kill in a day.