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is being ground down by civil war. Rome reels
from her own might. What neighboring Marsians,
invading bands of Etruscan Porsenna,
Capua's emulous courage, Spartacus'
aspiration, treacherous Allobrox's insurrection,
the German beast with its blue-eyed youth,
and Hannibal whom parents wished away
could not destroy our tame, this impious
generation of fated stock will waste
and the land belong once more to beasts of prey.
Alas, a heathen conqueror shall spurn our ashes,
his cavalry trample the City with clattering hooves
and wontonly scatter (a sin to behold) Quirinus' bones
that are now sheltered from wind and sun.