32. Otho at Bedriacum -

She wavered yet, the fury of our fray,
And wanton Otho still could win the day;
But cursing war with all its price of blood,
He pierced his heart and perished as he stood.
Let Cato's life than Caesar's greater be:
But in their death is Otho first or he?
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Martial
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