...patience more Than savages could suffer. Thou didst drink The stale of horses and the giddled puddle Which beasts would cough at. Thy palate then did deign...when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsed. On the Alps It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on. And...

...savages could suffer! Strange, strange: Thou didst drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at! Thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge! Caesar, in his intensity, rises to a poetic imagery he will never match again: Yea, like the stag,...