Make ends meet

Nor were they like to like: the one in years

Now verging towards decay, in times of peace

Had unlearned war; but thirsting for applause

Had given the people much, and proud of fame

His former glory cared not to renew,

But joyed in plaudits of the theatre, (8)

His gift to Rome: his triumphs in the past,

Himself the shadow of a mighty name.