"Seeing, therefore, that this war cannot be neglected; that its importance demands the utmost care in its administration; that it requires a general in whom should be found sure military science, manifest valor, conspicuous authority, and pre-eminent good fortune--do you doubt, Quirites, but that you should use the great blessing which the gods have given you for the preservation and glory of the Republic?"
On reading, however, the piece over again, I almost doubt whether there be any passages in it which should be selected as superior to others.
"O male concordes, nimiaque cupidine cæci, Quid miscere juvat vires orbemque tenere In medio."
"Temporis angusti mansit concordia discors, Paxque fuit non sponte ducum. Nam sola futuri Crassus erat belli medius mora. Qualiter undas Qui secat, et geminum gracilis mare separat isthmos, Nec patitur conferre fretum; si terra recedat, Ionium Ægæo frangat mare. Sic, ubi sæva Arma ducum dirimens, miserando funere Crassus Assyrias latio maculavit sanguine Carras."
"Dividitur ferro regnum; populique potentis, Quæ mare, quæ terras, quæ totum possidet orbem, Non cepit fortuna duos."
"Tu nova ne veteres obscurent acta triumphos, Et victis cedat piratica laurea Gallis, Magne, times; te jam series, ususque laborum Erigit, impatiensque loci fortuna secundi. Nec quemquam jam ferre potest Cæsarve priorem, Pompeiusve parem. Quis justius induit arma, Scire nefas; magno se judice quisque tuetur, Victrix causa deis placuit sed victa, Catoni.[296] Nec coiere pares; alter vergentibus annis In senium, longoque togæ tranquillior usu Dedidicit jam pace ducem; famæque petitor Multa dare in vulgas; totus popularibus auris Impelli, plausuque sui gaudere theatri; Nec reparare novas vires, multumque priori Credere fortunæ. Stat magni nominis umbra."
"Sed non in Cæsare tantum Nomen erat, nec fama ducis; sed nescia virtus Stare loco; solusque pudor non vincere bello. Acer et indomitus; quo spes, quoque ira vocasset, Ferre manum, et nunquam te merando parcere ferro; Successus urgere suos; instare favori Numinis."--Lucan, lib. i.
"O men so ill-fitted to agree, O men blind with greed, of what service can it be that you should join your powers, and possess the world between you?"