The Theological Tractates and The Consolation of Philosophy · Boethius
VI.
We know what stirs he made Who did the Senate slay and Rome with fire invade, Who did his brother kill, And with his mother's blood his moistened hand did fill; Who looked on that cold face Tearless, and nicely marked her members' several grace.[116] Yet his dread power controlled Those people whom the sun doth in the east behold, And those who do remain In western lands or dwell under Boötes' wain And those whose skins are tanned With southern winds, which roast and burn the parched sand. What? Could this glorious might Restrain the furious rage of wicked Nero's spite? But oh! mishap most bad, Which doth the wicked sword to cruel poison add!" [116] Literally, "but could be the critic of her dead beauty." Cf. Suet. _Nero_ 24; Tac. _Ann._ xiv. 9.
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