Juvenal on Hannibal's Triumphs and Suicide

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Put Hannibal in the scales: how much do you find the greatest
General weighs? A man too big for North Africa, that stretches
From Moroccan ocean’s pounding to tepid Nile, then mounts it
As far as the Ethiopian tribes, and another species of elephant.
He adds Spain to his empire, and then vaults the Pyrenees.
Nature then bars his passage with the snowy Alps; whose rocks
He splits with vinegar and fire, bursting through the mountains.
He holds Italy now, yet aims to advance still further. ‘Nothing
Is won,’ he claims, ‘until our Carthaginian army has shattered
The City gates and I plant my flag at the heart of the Subura.’
O what a sight, what a painting it would make, the one-eyed
General riding an African elephant, his Mauretanian beast!
So how does it end? O Glory! That very man, defeated, sits
A noted dependant, in the King of Bithynia’s palace, there
To wait till his majesty chooses to wake. No sword, or stone,
Or javelin makes an end of a life that once troubled humanity,
But a little poisoned ring, avenging the rings, spoil from Cannae,
Repaying all that blood. Go, madman, and climb the hostile Alps
To entertain schoolboys, and provide matter for their speeches.

— Juvenal, Satires10.147–167 (translated by A. S. Kline)