Around her swords the light triumphant plays
Of many a field where perished Gallia’s boast,
And see her fleet descend on Lusitania’s coast.
XXXV.
“For vain, too, there hath Gaul her efforts found.
Our kinsmen scorn to wear a foreign chain.
Indignantly they rise their Tyrants round,
And bear the Freeman’s threatening port, like Spain.
But feeble, too, the bands of Lusitain
’Gainst veteran cohorts battling all through life.