Till all the universe regards with scorn;
No: when a Roman proves unworthy breath,
Abridge his shame, or give him instant death.
The people warm, the senate join applause,
Thy crime due vengeance even to Syria draws;
Augustus’ rage, the just intent pursues,
T’ avenge a sister, and a rival lose.
Ah! yet regard the impending danger near,
Hear glory’s call, that glory once so dear;
Return to crown Octavia’s constant love,