Juvenal Satires, Book III, Satire 8
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Who, Catiline, can boast a nobler line
Than thy lewd friend Cethegus's and thine?
Yet you took arms, and did by night conspire
To set our houses and our gods, on fire
(An enterprise which might indeed become
Our enemies the Gauls, not sons of Rome;
To recompense whose barbarous intent,
Pitch'd shirts would be too mild a punishment)
But Cicero, our wise consul, watch'd the blow,
With care discover'd, and disarm'd the foe:
Cicero, the humble mushroom, scarcely known,
The lowly native of a country town
(Who, till of late, could never reach the height
Of being honour’d as a Roman knight),
Throughout the trembling city placed a guard,
Dealing an equal share to every ward;
And by the peaceful robe got more renown
Within our walls than young Octavius won
By victories at Actium, or the plain
Of Thessaly, discolour’d by the slain:
Him, therefore, Rome in gratitude decreed
The father of his country, which he freed.
(from Juvenal and Persius by G. G. Ramsay)
In Print: Sixteen Satires (Penguin Classics)
by Juvenal (Author), Peter Green (Translator, Introduction)
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