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Yes, Juno and the powers on highThat left their Afric to its doom,Have led the victors' progenyAs victims to Jugurtha's tomb.What field, by Latian blood-drops fed,Proclaims not the unnatural deedsIt buries, and the earthquake dreadWhose distant thunder shook the Medes?What gulf, what river has not seenThose sights of sorrow? nay, what seaHas Daunian carnage yet left green?What coast from Roman blood is free?But pause, gay Muse, nor leave your playAnother Cean dirge to sing;With me to Venus' bower away,And there attune a lighter string.

The silver, Sallust, shows not fairWhile buried in the greedy mine:You love it not till moderate wearHave given it shine.