The hundred Cretan cities’ ample spoil;

What Cato gathered from the Cyprian isle.

Riches of captive kings by Pompey borne,

In happier days, his triumph to adorn,

From utmost India and the rising morn;

Wealth infinite, in one rapacious day,

Became the needy soldiers’ lawless prey:

And wretched Rome, by robbery laid low,