DEDICATION

And now with greater flight you pursue the Iberian,
And the Pellaean, like a hare in its lair,
Who now hide in the citadel of Advatica;
And quickly occupying the ancestral citadel,
You crown your temples with great laurel.
Or, the soldier who, having delayed magnanimous acts,
While he hides himself entirely in a heaped-up mound,
Lest he be chased away as an exile from his tomb;
Skilled in circling these ambushes as well,
You enclose them within a wider boundary,
And burn upon the Spanish back
The marks of the Auriac triumph.