This triumph, this, on Libya’s utmost bound, With death and desolation compassed round, To all thy glories, Pompey, I prefer, Thy trophies, and thy third triumphal car; To Marius’ mighty name, and great Jugurthine war. ROWE. 412. What tongue, just Cato, can thy praise forbear! Or each brave Scipio’s noble deeds declare? Afric’s dread foes; two thunderbolts of war! PITT. 415. Founded by Marcus Agrippa, the son of Lucius, during his third Consulship. 421. Secure in his retreat Vejanius lies; Hangs up his arms, nor courts the doubtful prize; Wisely resolved to tempt his fate no more, Or the light croud for his discharge implore. FRANCIS. 426. But if she has made an assignation, and wishes to be drest with more nicety than usual—Poor Psecus (her female slave), with her hair torn about her ears, and stripped to the waist, adjusts the locks of her mistress. _Why is this curl so high?_ Presently the whip punishes the disorder of the least hair. 428. ——every moment grows, And gains new strength and vigour as it goes. PITT. 435. Between whom Augustus reclining, quaffs nectar with purple lips. 436. My fame ———— shall bloom, And with unfading youth improve, While to th’ immortal fane of Jove The vestal maids, in silent state Ascending, on the Pontiff wait. FRANCIS. 436. Hail, happy pair! if fame our verse can give, From age to age your memory shall live; Long as th’ imperial Capitol shall stand, Or Rome’s majestic Lord the conquer’d world command! PITT. 439. From whose bowels the Prince of Peace sprung. 446. Why does he hate the sunny plain, While he can sun or dust sustain? Or why no more, with martial pride, Amidst the youthful battle ride, And the fierce Gallic steed command, With bitted curb, and forming hand? Why does he fear the yellow flood? FRANCIS. 447. Thus they conversed on works of ancient fame, Till to the monarch’s humble courts they came; There oxen stalk’d, where palaces are raised, And bellowing herds in the proud _Forum_ graz’d. PITT. 517. The Devil go along with you for an old goose. 518. Softly, softly, my love. We must submit to the will of Heaven. _Ibid._ Short accounts make long friends. [Illustration] ERRATA. Page 67. line 4. _for_ eloquence _read_ elegance. 91. —— 19. _for_ as well as them _read_ as well as they. 464. —— 18. _for_ certo _read_ certa. 492. —— 13. _for_ make it all _read_ make it at all.