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Page 177
(Horace, Car. iv. 4. 69-72)
Never to Carthage again, alas,
A message of Joy Ill send.
Gone, gone, the glory of our name
Through Hasdrubal’s piteous end!


Page 223
(Horace, Car. iii. 11. 45-52)
Though father load me down with chains
For mercy shown to you;
Though to the earth’s remotest bounds
I’m sent with ruffian crew;
Go thou, be it by land or sea,
While night and love preside;
Go, blest by me, and on my tomb
A tender word inscribe.