Fit for Apollo!”

Yes, an excellent host,

Learned in sauces, skilled in oysters, game;

Within whose heart no spark of ancient fire

Burns on.... Oh Power! Power! Once to lead

An army, once again, and see the thick

Rain of the Parthian arrows and the blaze

As forty brazen cohorts broke the foe!

The thin lines buckle, the black masses fly!

Imperator Romanus!