All one to him who shall the Consul be—
This or that—our Rome stands eternally.
He cares not about Kings; so much he knows;
Rome crowned; and, when she wills, Rome can depose.
Faint echoes reach the country from the Town
Of swarms of Dacian pirates rowing down
Ister; and of brothers by brothers slain;
Cæsar’s charge that—and his to garner grain.
Sometimes the calm is broken by the wealth
Of courtiers seeking country air for health;