Classic Poem

In thee such reverence for right we see
As Numa showed us in his poverty,
Though hard it is your ways on his to mould
When Croesus ne'er could vie with you in gold.
Were the great names of yore to live again,
And we might empty the Elysian plain,
Camillus with thee will for freedom stand,
Fabricius gold accept from out thy hand,
Brutus accept thy guidance, Sulla grant
To thee the power he doth no longer want;
Pompey his love in private will allow
And Crassus on thee all his wealth bestow.
Yea, even Cato, from hell's nether tide
Returning, now will be on Caesar's side.