Crassos clademque piate! ite et Romanae consulite historiae! Mars pater, et sacrae fatalia lumina Vestae, ante meos obitus sit precor illa dies, qua videam spoliis oneratos Caesaris axes, et subter captos arma sedere duces, tela fugacis equi et bracati militis arcus, ad vulgi plausus saepe resistere equos, inque sinu carae nixus spectare puellae incipiam et titulis oppida capta legam!.
Make expiation to the Crassi and their defeat! Away, and serve Romes history well! Father Mars, and fires of inviolate Vesta pregnant with destiny, let that day come before my death, I pray, the day on which I see Caesars chariot laden with spoil and captured chieftains sitting beneath their arms, shafts from cavalry in retreat and bows of trousered soldiery, the horses oft halting at the people s cheers, and leaning on the bosom of my sweetheart I begin to watch and read on placards the names of captured cities!
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