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XCI.

And came--and saw--and conquered![471] But the man Who would have tamed his Eagles down to flee, Like a trained falcon, in the Gallic van,[472] Which he, in sooth, long led to Victory, With a deaf heart which never seemed to be A listener to itself, was strangely framed; With but one weakest weakness--Vanity--[nt] Coquettish in ambition--still he aimed-- And what? can he avouch, or answer what he claimed?[nu]