...a landward march, And trusting to their swords, 'gainst tribes unknown To lead his legions. And the storm which closed The main to navies gave them hope of rain; Nor biting frosts they feared, in Libya n clime; Nor suns too scorching in the falling year. Thus ere they trod the deserts, Cato spake: ' Ye men of Rome, who through mine arms alone ' Can find the death ye covet, and shall fall ' With...