While many a Chief, to glory not unknown,

Alarms each hostile shore, and guards our own,

’Tis THINE, the latent treachery to proclaim;

An humbler warfare, but the cause the same.

In vain had Pompey crush’d the Pontic host,

And chas’d the pirate swarm from every coast;

The crew that leagu’d their country to o’erthrow;

The base confederates of a Gallic[[116]] foe;

Had not the Civic Consul’s watchful eye

Track’d through the windings of conspiracy,