If death brought us no heritage,
Would we cause die in flower of age,
On battle-plain,
Such heaps of slain,
Roused by intrigue, by envy fired?[859]
Yes, Rome with Christian blood grows fat!
Therefore I hoist this scarlet hat,
To tell the trophies thus acquired.
[859] Wenn mir nicht wär' mit Todten wohl,
So läg nicht mancher Acker, voll, ac.
(Bern. Mausol. iv, Wirz, K. Gesch. 1. 3.)