Sonnet LXXXII Vinse Annibal, e Non Seppe Usar Poi
To Stefano Colonna, Counselling Him to Follow Up His Victory Over the Orsini
Hannibal conquer’d oft, but never knew
The fruits and gain of victory to get,
Wherefore, dear lord, be wise, take care that yet
A like misfortune happen not to you.
Still in their lair the cubs and she-bear,Q who
Rough pasturage and sour in May have met,
With mad rage gnash their teeth and talons whet,
And vengeance of past loss on us pursue:
While this new grief disheartens and appalls,
Replace not in its sheath your honour’d sword,
But, boldly following where your fortune calls,
E’en to its goal be glory’s path explored,
Which fame and honour to the world may give
That e’en for centuries after death will live.
Macgregor.