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“Ne’er could strong Marius e’en the quarter show, of lives here victim’d by victorious Fate; when to the river, red with gory glow, he sent his thirsty Braves their drouth to sate: Ne yet the Carthaginian, asp’erous foe to Roman pow’er and cradled in her hate, when slain so many Knights of noble Rome, of their gold rings he sent three bushels home.