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horace-works_110		horace-works_110			.txt	text/plain	171	11	82	EPODES. ODE VII. TO THE ROMAN PEOPLE Whither, whither, impious men are you rushing? Or why are the swords drawn, that were[ so lately] sheathed? Is there too little of Roman blood spilled upon land and sea? [And this,] not that the Romans might burn the proud towers of envious Carthage, or that the Britons, hitherto unassailed, might go down the sacred way bound in chains: but that, agreeably to the wishes of the Parthians, this city may fall by its own might. This custom[ of warfare] never obtained even among either wolves or savage lions, unless against a different species. Does blind phrenzy, or your superior valor, or some crime, hurry you on at this rate? This is the case: a cruel fatality and the crime of fratricide have disquieted the Romans, from that time when the blood of the innocent Remus, to be expiated by his descendants, was spilled upon the earth.	./cache/horace-works_110.txt	./txt/horace-works_110.txt