“To Afric’s coast he cuts the foamy way,

Where low the once victorious Carthage lay.

There landing, to the well-known camp he hies,

Where from afar the distant seas he spies;

Where Bagrada’s dull waves the sands divide,

And slowly downward roll their sluggish tide.

From thence he seeks the heights renowned by fame,

And hallowed by the great Cornelian name: