The proud Patrician learn’d to yield.
Such powers, oh had Calphurnia known,
Great Julius all unarm’d had stood!
No senate walls beheld his doom,
Nor Pompey’s marble drank his blood!
For thee—though born to happier times,
And gentler tasks than these endur’d,
Thy voice might oft prevent those crimes,
Which e’en thy voice could scarce have cur’d.
Although no civic aim was there,