Should he wish in accordance with ancient custom to display the picture of his labours and show to the people the tribes he has subdued, crowns of laurel from north and south would contend in equally matched rivalry. Here is a triumph rich with the spoils of the Germans, there with those of the South; here would pass the Sygambri with their yellow * * * * * Page 44 caesarie, nigris hinc Mauri crinibus irent. ipse albis veheretur equis currumque secutus 20 laurigerum festo fremuisset carmine miles. hi famulos traherent reges; hi facta metallo oppida vel montes captivaque flumina ferrent. hinc Libyci fractis lugerent cornibus amnes; inde catenato gemeret Germania Rheno. 25 sed non inmodicus proprii iactator honoris consul, Roma, tuus. non illum praemia tantum quam labor ipse iuvat; strepitus fastidit inanes inque animis hominum pompa meliore triumphat. Non alium certe Romanae clarius arces 30 suscepere ducem, nec cum cedente rediret Fabricius Pyrrho nec cum Capitolia curru Pellaeae domitor Paullus conscenderet aulae. nec similis Latias patefecit gloria portas post Numidas Mario, post classica Martis Eoi 35 Pompeio. nulli pars aemula defuit umquam, quae gravis obstreperet laudi, stimulisque malignis facta sequebatur quamvis ingentia livor: solus hic invidiae fines virtute reliquit humanumque modum. quis enim livescere possit, 40 quod numquam pereant stellae? quod Iuppiter olim possideat caelum? quod noverit omnia Phoebus? est aliquod meriti spatium, quod nulla furentis invidiae mensura capit. ductoribus illis praeterea diversus erat favor: aequior ille 45 patribus invisus plebi; popularibus illi munito studiis languebat gratia patrum. * * * * * Page 45 locks, there the black-haired Moors. He himself would be drawn in a laurel-decked chariot by white horses, and followed by his soldiers chanting their festive songs. Some would lead captive kings, others carry conquered towns wrought in bronze or mountains or rivers. Here would go in sad procession the river-gods of Libya, their horns broken, there Germany and the Rhine god in chains. Yet is not thy consul, O Rome, an unbridled boaster of his own prowess. ’Tis not the rewards of toil but the toil itself that he loves. He scorns empty applause and celebrates a happier triumph in the hearts of his fellow-citizens.