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NUNC EST BIBENDUM.
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She fled before his galleys
Far from the Italian shore;
The herd of loathsome traitors
Now threaten Rome no more.
As swoops the eagle on the dove,
The hunter on the hare,
So Cæsar followed swiftly
To bind her in her lair.
The daughter of a hundred kings,
She spurned the Roman chains,
And sought to spill the fiery blood
That swelled her ruby veins.
She failed! but in her woman's breast
Her courage rose serene;
She walked again her father's halls,
And still was Egypt's queen.
