Translation Cons. Phil. Book 2 Metrum 6
1 `We have heard what ruin Nero wrought
2 when Rome was burnt and senators were slain.
3 We know how savagely he did to death his brother,
4 how he was stained by the spilling of his own mother's blood,
5 and how he looked upon her cold body
6 and yet no tear fell upon his cheek:
7 yet could this man be judge of the morals that were dead.
8 Nay, he was ruler of the peoples
9 whom the sun looks upon from the time he rises in the east
10 until he hides his rays beneath the waves,
11 and those whom the chilling northern Wain o'errules,
12 and those whom the southern gale burns with its dry blast,
13 as it heats the burning sands.
14 Say, could great power
15 chasten Nero's maddened rage?
16 Ah! heavy fate, how often is the sword of high injustice
17 given where is already most poisonous cruelty!'