Emperor Tacitus is ill.
His deep old age was unable to withstand the toils of war.
He is bedridden in the hateful camp,
in wretched Tyana-so far away!
He remembers his beloved Campania,
his garden, his villa, his morning stroll-
his life six months before.
And in his agony he curses the Senate,
the detestable Senate.
Cavafy