And say, “He died a Roman. It is well.”
Perhaps be sad, a little. For the rest,
That yelping pack of nobles, they will howl
How, “Crassus was a madman at the best,
And in this last attempt, a blind old owl,
A drink-crazed miser with a wooden sword.
He blundered here and here! His whole campaign
Was one great blunder!” So with one accord,
They howl.
To praise is hard, easy to damn.