Classic Poem

A NTONY , more guilty than Pothinus' knife,
Whose lists of death weigh less than Tully's life,
Why draw the sword against the mouth of Rome?
Not Cataline himself to this had come.
To your base soldiers murder was a trade,
And for that tongue a golden fee you paid.
You hushed that sacred voice in senseless hate:
Now the whole world is Cicero's advocate.