CIII.

Perchance she died in age--surviving all, Charms--kindred--children--with the silver gray On her long tresses, which might yet recall, It may be, still a something of the day When they were braided, and her proud array And lovely form were envied, praised, and eyed By Rome--But whither would Conjecture stray?[482] Thus much alone we know--Metella died, The wealthiest Roman's wife: Behold his love or pride!