Is it not for an ordinary man
Audacious to complain how short his span,
When, Ancus, with his royal work to do,
Closed his eyes on light, younger than are you?
Other kings, and lords many, in the pride
Of life, who ruled great nations since have died.
By a sudden treason He breathed his last
Who paved a road by which his legions passed
O’er the sea’s salt pools, scornful of the roar
As foot and horsemen crossed from shore to shore.