...themselves to death 'In expiation of their country's doom, 'And great Camillus, wept; and Sulla's shade 'Complained of fortune. Scipio bewailed 'The scion of his race about to fall ' In sands of Libya : Cato, greatest foe ' To Carthage, grieves for that indignant soul ' Which shall disdain to serve. Brutus alone ' In all the happy ranks I smiling saw, ' First consul when the kings were thrust f...