XV.

Then Pollia Nunamensis,
A student sweetly fair,
Famed for her smiles and dimples
Blue eyes and golden hair,
Of Cupid's arrows seized a pair,
One in each eye she took:
Cupid's best bow with all her might
She pulled--each arrow winged its flight,
And straightway reason, sense, and sight
Stout Varius forsook.


XVI.

'He falls'--the Placets thundered,
And filled the yawning gap;
In vain his trusty comrades
Avenge their chief's mishap--
His last great fight is done.
'They charge! Brave Pottius prostrate lies,
No Rider helps him to arise:
They charge! Fierce Mariensis dies.
The Bridge, the Bridge is won!


XVII.