Mercy Otis Warren,
The Sack of Rome — Act II
“ No superstitious dread should ere pervade The royal bosom of a Roman prince; Encircled deep by faithful veteran bands Who wait his fiat, and observe his nod, To feed his pleasures, or to blast his foes; To light the capitol, or guard the state, Or make the empire tremble at his frown. ValentinianThe noble Ætius, of princely birth, Possess'd a soul by Roman valour warm'd, That won the plaudits both of friends and foes; The legions lov'd---the citizens ador'd, And all will murmur at his sudden fall: Yet more I fear Petronius's rage, Than all the city, senators, or troops. ”
