Bkiv:Xiv Drusus And Tiberius

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What care the Citizens and the Senators shall take in immortalising your virtues, granting you full honours, Augustus, with titles and memorial plaques, O, greatest of princes, wherever the sun shines over the countries where people can live, you, whose power in war the Vindelici free of our Roman laws, till now, have learnt. For, with your army, brave Drusus, demolished the Genauni, that implacable race, in more direct retaliation, the swift Breuni, and their defences, established on the formidable Alpine heights: and soon Tiberius, the elder Nero, entered that fierce fight, with his favourable omens, defeating the wild Rhaetians: it was wonderful to see with what destruction, in contesting the war, he exhausted those minds intent on the deaths of our freemen, as the south wind, almost, when it troubles the ungovernable waves, while the Pleiades’ constellation pierces the clouds, he was eager to attack the hostile ranks, and drive his neighing horse through the midst of their fire. As, bull-like, the Aufidus rolls on, flowing by the domains of Apulian Daunus, when it rages and threatens fearful destruction to their cultivated fields, so Tiberius overwhelmed the armoured ranks of barbarians, his fierce impetus covering the earth, mowing down front and rear, and conquering them without loss, yours the troops, the strategy and the friendly gods. For on that date when Alexandria opened all its harbour, and empty palaces to you, in supplication, good Fortune, fifteen years later, delivered a favourable outcome to the campaign, and awarded fame, and the glory hoped-for, to your imperial action. The Spaniards, never conquered before, the Medes, the Indians, marvel at you, the roving Scythians, O eager protector of Italy and Imperial Rome. The Nile, that conceals its origin, hears you, the Danube hears, and the swift-flowing Tigris, the Ocean, filled with monsters, roaring around the distant island of Britain, and the regions of Gaul, unafraid of death, and the stubborn Iberian land, hear you: Sygambri, delighting in slaughter, stand, with grounded weapons, worshipping you.

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