It is enough: the power of Salome By all acknowledged and by all obeyed On its firm basis stands immovable: I fled to Azor with the lightning's speed Even from Samaria's plain to Jordan's spring And quick returned: my presence there indeed Was needful to cut off the aspiring hopes Of Israel's moody race: thy brother Herod So long detained at Rome was almost grown A stranger in his kingdom; and the people Ever capricious turbulent and bold