The youth that all things but himself subdued;[61] His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod, And his horned head belied the Libyan god.[62] There Cæsar, graced with both Minervas,[63] shone; 155 Cæsar, the world's great master, and his own;[64] Unmoved, superior still in ev'ry state, And scarce detested in his country's fate.[65] But chief were those, who not for empire fought, But with their toils their people's safety bought: 160 High o'er the rest Epaminondas stood;[66] Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood;[67] Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman state; Great in his triumphs, in retirement great; And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind, } 165 With boundless pow'r, unbounded virtue joined, } His own strict judge, and patron of mankind,[68] } Much-suff'ring heroes next their honours claim, Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame,[69] Fair Virtue's silent train:[70] supreme of these 170 Here ever shines the godlike Socrates: He whom ungrateful Athens could expel, At all times just, but when he signed the shell:[71] Here his abode the martyred Phocion claims,[72] With Agis, not the last of Spartan names:[73] 175 Unconquered Cato shows the wound he tore,[74] And Brutus his ill Genius meets no more.[75] But in the centre of the hallowed choir,[76] Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire;[77] Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand, 180 Hold the chief honours, and the fane command. High on the first, the mighty Homer shone;[78] Eternal adamant composed his throne; Father of verse! in holy fillets drest, His silver beard waved gently o'er his breast; 185 Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears; In years he seemed, but not impaired by years. The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen: Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian queen; Here Hector, glorious from Patroclus' fall, 190 Here dragged in triumph round the Trojan wall:[79] Motion and life did ev'ry part inspire, Bold was the work, and proved the master's fire; A strong expression most he seemed t' affect, And here and there disclosed a brave neglect. 195 A golden column next in rank appear'd, On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd; Finished the whole, and laboured ev'ry part, With patient touches of unwearied art: The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate, 200 Composed his posture, and his looks sedate;[80] On Homer still he fixed a rev'rent eye, Great without pride, in modest majesty.[81] In living sculpture[82] on the sides were spread The Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead; 205