So look'd the Raetian mountaineersOn Drusus:—whence in every fieldThey learn'd through immemorial yearsThe Amazonian axe to wield,I ask not now: not all of truthWe seekers find: enough to knowThe wisdom of the princely youthHas taught our erst victorious foeWhat prowess dwells in boyish heartsRear'd in the shrine of a pure home,What strength Augustus' love impartsTo Nero's seed, the hope of Rome.Good sons and brave good sires approve:Strong bullocks, fiery colts, attestTheir fathers' worth, nor weakling doveIs hatch'd in savage eagle's nest.But care draws forth the power within,And cultured minds are strong for good:Let manners fail, the plague of sinTaints e'en the course of gentle blood.