Tacitus' Preface to the Period After Nero's Death: State of Affairs & Galba's Rise to Power
   January - March, A.D. 69

   I begin my work with the time when Servius Galba was consul for the second time with Titus Vinius for his colleague. Of the former period, the 820
   years dating from the founding of the city, many authors have treated; and while they had to record the transactions of the Roman people, they wrote
   with equal eloquence and freedom. After the conflict at Actium, and when it became essential to peace, that all power should be centered in one man,
   these great intellects passed away. Then too the truthfulness of history was impaired in many ways; at first, through men's ignorance of public affairs,
   which were now wholly strange to them, then, through their passion for flattery, or, on the other hand, their hatred of their masters. And so between the
   enmity of the one and the servility of the other, neither had any regard for posterity. But while we instinctively shrink from a writer's adulation, we lend a
   ready ear to detraction and spite, because flattery involves the shameful imputation of servility, whereas malignity wears the false appearance of
   honesty. I myself knew nothing of Galba, of Otho, or of Vitellius, either from benefits or from injuries. I would not deny that my elevation was begun by
   Vespasian, augmented by Titus, and still further advanced by Domitian; but those who profess inviolable truthfulness must speak of all without partiality
   and without hatred. I have reserved as an employment for my old age, should my life be long enough, a subject at once more fruitful and less anxious in
   the reign of the Divine Nerva and the empire of Trajan, enjoying the rare happiness of times, when we may think what we please, and express what we
   think.

   I am entering on the history of a period rich in disasters, frightful in its wars, torn by civil strife, and even in peace full of horrors. Four emperors
   perished by the sword. There were three civil wars; there were more with foreign enemies; there were often wars that had both characters at once.
   There was success in the East, and disaster in the West. There were disturbances in Illyricum; Gaul wavered in its allegiance; Britain was thoroughly
   subdued and immediately abandoned; the tribes of the Suevi and the Sarmatae rose in concert against us; the Dacians had the glory of inflicting as well
   as suffering defeat; the armies of Parthia were all but set in motion by the cheat of a counterfeit Nero. Now too Italy was prostrated by disasters either
   entirely novel, or that recurred only after a long succession of ages; cities in Campania's richest plains were swallowed up and overwhelmed; Rome was
   wasted by conflagrations, its oldest temples consumed, and the Capitol itself fired by the hands of citizens. Sacred rites were profaned; there was
   profligacy in the highest ranks; the sea was crowded with exiles, and its rocks polluted with bloody deeds. In the capital there were yet worse horrors.
   Nobility, wealth, the refusal or the acceptance of office, were grounds for accusation, and virtue ensured destruction. The rewards of the informers
   were no less odious than their crimes; for while some seized on consulships and priestly offices, as their share of the spoil, others on procuratorships,
   and posts of more confidential authority, they robbed and ruined in every direction amid universal hatred and terror. Slaves were bribed to turn against
   their masters, and freedmen to betray their patrons; and those who had not an enemy were destroyed by friends.

   Yet the age was not so barren in noble qualities, as not also to exhibit examples of virtue. Mothers accompanied the flight of their sons; wives followed
   their husbands into exile; there were brave kinsmen and faithful sons in law; there were slaves whose fidelity defied even torture; there were illustrious
   men driven to the last necessity, and enduring it with fortitude; there were closing scenes that equalled the famous deaths of antiquity. Besides the
   manifold vicissitudes of human affairs, there were prodigies in heaven and earth, the warning voices of the thunder, and other intimations of the future,
   auspicious or gloomy, doubtful or not to be mistaken. Never surely did more terrible calamities of the Roman People, or evidence more conclusive,
   prove that the Gods take no thought for our happiness, but only for our punishment.

   I think it proper, however, before I commence my purposed work, to pass under review the condition of the capital, the temper of the armies, the
   attitude of the provinces, and the elements of weakness and strength which existed throughout the whole empire, that so we may become acquainted,
   not only with the vicissitudes and the issues of events, which are often matters of chance, but also with their relations and their causes. Welcome as the
   death of Nero had been in the first burst of joy, yet it had not only roused various emotions in Rome, among the Senators, the people, or the soldiery of
   the capital, it had also excited all the legions and their generals; for now had been divulged that secret of the empire, that emperors could be made
   elsewhere than at Rome. The Senators enjoyed the first exercise of freedom with the less restraint, because the Emperor was new to power, and
   absent from the capital. The leading men of the Equestrian order sympathised most closely with the joy of the Senators. The respectable portion of the
   people, which was connected with the great families, as well as the dependants and freedmen of condemned and banished persons, were high in hope.
   The degraded populace, frequenters of the arena and the theatre, the most worthless of the slaves, and those who having wasted their property were
   supported by the infamous excesses of Nero, caught eagerly in their dejection at every rumour.

   The soldiery of the capital, who were imbued with the spirit of an old allegiance to the Caesars, and who had been led to desert Nero by intrigues and
   influences from without rather than by their own feelings, were inclined for change, when they found that the donative promised in Galba's name was
   withheld, and reflected that for great services and great rewards there was not the same room in peace as in war, and that the favour of an emperor
   created by the legions must be already preoccupied. They were further excited by the treason of Nymphidius Sabinus, their prefect, who himself aimed
   at the throne. Nymphidius indeed perished in the attempt, but, though the head of the mutiny was thus removed, there yet remained in many of the
   soldiers the consciousness of guilt. There were even men who talked in angry terms of the feebleness and avarice of Galba. The strictness once so
   commended, and celebrated in the praises of the army, was galling to troops who rebelled against the old discipline, and who had been accustomed by
   fourteen years' service under Nero to love the vices of their emperors, as much as they had once respected their virtues. To all this was added Galba's
   own expression, "I choose my soldiers, I do not buy them," noble words for the commonwealth, but fraught with peril for himself. His other acts were
   not after this pattern.