211:05,000@@@@@| 211:05,000[' ]| 211:05,001[' ]| In$4$ all the Earth, between the wide extreams 211:05,002[' ]| Of Gades West, and Eastern Ganges Streams 211:05,003[' ]| Free from a Cloud of Error few have skill 211:05,004[' ]| To$9$ know what is truly good for$4$ them or ill, 211:05,005[' ]| With Reason what do we desire or fear? 211:05,006[' ]| What do you aim at (be it never so$5#1$ dear 211:05,007[' ]| Or luckily begun) but when it is gained, 211:05,008[' ]| You soon repent you of your wish obtained? 211:05,009[' ]| What Families the easie Gods overthrow, 211:05,010[' ]| Granting those Prayers they make themselves to$9$ undo! 211:05,011[' ]| For$4$ harmful Offices we blindly pray 211:05,012[' ]| In$4$ Peace, as well as War, not seldom they, 211:05,013[' ]| Who$6#1$ flow with purest streams of Eloquence, 211:05,014[' ]| Show those rich torrents at their lives expence: 211:05,015[' ]| Milo confiding in$4$ the wondrous strength 211:05,016[' ]| Of Brawny arms, perisht by$4$ that$6#2$ at length. 211:05,017[' ]| But most by$4$ Wealth (raked up$5$ with anxious care 211:05,018[' ]| Exceeding usual Patrimonies farr 211:05,019[' ]| As British Whales do Dolphins) ruined are 211:05,020[' ]| In$4$ Nero's bloody times, Troops of armed bands 211:05,021[' ]| Begirt Longinus House, at his commands, 211:05,022[' ]| And, in$4$ his Princely Gardens, did enclose 211:05,023[' ]| The too rich Seneca, and Besieged the house 211:05,024[' ]| Of Lateranus; but they never infest 211:05,025[' ]| The Garret, or the poor mans Room molest. 211:05,026[' ]| Though Journying you but little Silver bear 211:05,027[' ]| By$4$ Night, a Sword, or Quarter staff you fear; 211:05,028[' ]| And a Reeds motion in$4$ a Moon-light Night 211:05,029[' ]| Shall make you quake and tremble with the fright 211:05,030[' ]| While the poor man void of all precious things 211:05,031[' ]| In$4$ Company with Thieves joggs on$5$ and Sings. 211:05,032[' ]| Almost the first, and most known vows are these 211:05,033[' ]| In$4$ all the Temples, may our Wealth encrease; 211:05,034[' ]| Our Treasure swell, and may our Chest alone 211:05,035[' ]| Be for$4$ its largeness in$4$ the Forum known. 211:05,036[' ]| No$2$ Poyson is in$4$ Earthen Vessels brought 211:05,037[' ]| In$4$ Gold adorned with Gemms beware each draught. 211:05,038[' ]| When in$4$ wide bowls there sparkles Setine Wine, 211:05,039[' ]| How do you then approve his wise Design, 211:05,040[' ]| Who$6#1$ with continual scorn did Laughter vent? 211:05,041[' ]| Whenever one step beyond his Doors he went? 211:05,042[' ]| On$4$ the contrary, Another still did wail, 211:05,043[' ]| To$9$ laugh at silly things we can not fail. 211:05,044[' ]| But what prodigious Fountain could supply, 211:05,045[' ]| For$4$ each occasion, moisture to$4$ his eye? 211:05,046[' ]| Perpetual Laughter did the Lungs excite, 211:05,047[' ]| Of wise Democritus the Abderite; 211:05,048[' ]| Yet no$2$ Praetexta, nor no$2$ Trabea there, 211:05,049[' ]| No$2$ Litters, Fasces, nor Tribunals were: 211:05,050[' ]| Had he within the dusty Circus been 211:05,051[' ]| And our vain Praetor, with exalted meen 211:05,052[' ]| Standing within his lofty Charriot seen: 211:05,053[' ]| In$4$ Joves embroydered Coat, and Tyrian Gown, 211:05,054[' ]| Hung with a Mantle from his Shoulders down, 211:05,055[' ]| Large as a Piece of Tapestry with a Crown, 211:05,056[' ]| An orb too large for$4$ one neck to$9$ sustain, 211:05,057[' ]| His publick servant, with much sweat and pain, 211:05,058[' ]| Behind him does those weighty Ensigns bear, 211:05,059[' ]| And in$4$ that$6#2$ very Charriot must appear. 211:05,060[' ]| Not pleased too much must the great Consul be, 211:05,061[' ]| With him a slave to$9$ check his Pride we see, 211:05,062[' ]| Add the Ivory Scepter which$6#1$ the Praetor bears 211:05,063[' ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the Eagle upon$4$ wing appears; 211:05,064[' ]| Here the loud Cornets march, and there before, 211:05,065[' ]| Long Troops of Clients, and of slaves great store: 211:05,066[' ]| A train of white robed Citizens attends 211:05,067[' ]| The Charriot Wheeles, which$6#1$ mercenary friends 211:05,068[' ]| The Sportula did make. How had his spleen 211:05,069[' ]| Been exercised if he all this had seen? 211:05,070[' ]| Who$6#1$ could in$4$ all Assemblies of Mankind 211:05,071[' ]| (Then wiser much) just cause of Laughter find, 211:05,072[' ]| His wondrous prudence plainly does declare 211:05,073[' ]| A boggy soil, a dark and foggy Air 211:05,074[' ]| The Countrey full of Sheepsheads may give birth 211:05,075[' ]| To$4$ greatest men, and best examples upon$4$ Earth. 211:05,076[' ]| He laughed at Vulgar business, Vulgar cares, 211:05,077[' ]| He both their joy derided, and their Tears. 211:05,078[' ]| When threatning Fortune seemed on$4$ him to$9$ frown, 211:05,079[' ]| Upon$4$ her power he could look bravely down; 211:05,080[' ]| With scorn he pointed at her, and could say 211:05,081[B ]| Be hanged; 211:05,081[' ]| whilst everything for$4$ which$6#1$ we pray, 211:05,082[' ]| And fix with Wax our vows upon$4$ the knees 211:05,083[' ]| Of all the most propitious Deities, 211:05,084[' ]| Is or superfluous, or pernicious known, 211:05,085[' ]| Some from high power by$4$ envy headlong thrown, 211:05,086[' ]| Some by$4$ inscriptions filled with each degree 211:05,087[' ]| Of all their Noble Titles, ruined be; 211:05,088[' ]| Their Statues are with Halters dragged about 211:05,089[' ]| The Streets, as objects for$4$ the scoffing Rout. 211:05,090[' ]| The Charriot Wheeles must feel the Axes stroke, 211:05,091[' ]| And the poor innocent Horses Legs be broke. 211:05,092[' ]| Now the Smiths Forges hiss, the Bellows play, 211:05,093[' ]| And that$6#2$ same head so$5#1$ much adored today, 211:05,094[' ]| That$6#2$ head, red hot within the fire became, 211:05,095[' ]| And great Sejanus crackled in$4$ the Flame. 211:05,096[' ]| Mechanicks soon from that$6#2$ so$5#1$ Worshipt face 211:05,097[' ]| Which$6#1$ bore in$4$ all the World the second place, 211:05,098[' ]| Forge little Platters, and small water Cans 211:05,099[' ]| With Basons, Chamber-pots, and Frying-pans. 211:05,100[' ]| With Laurel Garlands be our Houses Crowned; 211:05,101[' ]| Make haste and let the large White Bull be found, 211:05,102[' ]| And drawn to$4$ Capitolian Jove; for$3$ now 211:05,103[' ]| Sejanus is become a publick show: 211:05,104[' ]| Dragged by$4$ a Hook, fixed in$4$ his throat, and all 211:05,105[' ]| The Vulgar shout at this great Favourites fall. 211:05,106[W ]| Bless me what ugly blabber-lipps had he! 211:05,107[W ]| A hanging look! and, if you will$1$ credit me, 211:05,108[W ]| This fellow I could never once abide. 211:05,109[W ]| Can you pray tell for$4$ what great crime he dyed? 211:05,110[W ]| Who$6#2$ the Informer? who$6#2$ the Evidence? 211:05,111[W ]| What Ouvert Act? what proof of his Offence? 211:05,112[W ]| None, none of these, but a long Letter sent 211:05,113[W ]| From Capreae, full of words and Eloquent. 211:05,114[W ]| It is well, I shall enquire no$2$ more: 211:05,114[A ]| what now 211:05,115[A ]| Does all the crowd of Roman People do? 211:05,116[A ]| It alwaies follows Fortune, and does hate 211:05,117[A ]| All who$6#1$ are wretched, and condemned by$4$ Fate. 211:05,118[A ]| Her Tuscans cause had Goddess Nurscia blest, 211:05,119[A ]| And the secure old Emperour been opprest, 211:05,120[A ]| Sejanus it had called this very hour, 211:05,121[A ]| Augustus, and saluted Emperour. 211:05,122[A ]| Romans, since they no$2$ suffrages could boast 211:05,123[A ]| Supinely careless, all great thoughts have lost. 211:05,124[A ]| Who$6#1$ Fasces Legions Empire all things gave, 211:05,125[A ]| But two poor things solicitously crave, 211:05,126[A ]| That$3$ they may bread, and Games in$4$ the Circus have: 211:05,127[W ]| Yet many more there are condemned I hear. 211:05,128[W ]| No$2$ doubt. the Emperours rage does hot appear. 211:05,129[W ]| I met Brutidius pale and wan with fear, 211:05,130[W ]| At Mars his Altar, looking as he would kill 211:05,131[W ]| Himself, like$4$ Ajax, when his cause succeeded ill. 211:05,132[W ]| Let us run with speed while yet the Carkass lies 211:05,133[W ]| Upon$4$ the bank under the Gemonies, 211:05,134[W ]| That$3$ we may spurn at Caesar's Enemy. 211:05,135[W ]| Call all our Slaves, and let them all stand by$5$, 211:05,136[W ]| Lest any of them should the fact deny. 211:05,137[W ]| And therefore should their trembling Masters draw 211:05,138[W ]| Bound by$4$ their necks, to$4$ tryal of the Law. 211:05,139[' ]| Thus about Sejanus they their thoughts declare, 211:05,140[' ]| And thus the Vulgars secret murmurs are. 211:05,141[' ]| Now would you have Sejanus wealth and power, 211:05,142[' ]| And be saluted as he was before? 211:05,143[' ]| Give this in$4$ the State, the Chief Authority; 211:05,144[' ]| To$4$ this in$4$ the Army highest Dignity: 211:05,145[' ]| Or would you Guarduan of an Emperour reckoned be? 211:05,146[' ]| Who$6#1$ lulls himself in$4$ narrow Capreae's Grots 211:05,147[' ]| With his lewd herd of Astrologick Sots? 211:05,148[' ]| Should you desire to$9$ lead a mighty Band 211:05,149[' ]| Of Foot and Horse, and the Praetorian Camp command; 211:05,150[' ]| I grant that$3$ those may wish the power to$9$ kill, 211:05,151[' ]| Who$6#1$ are too merciful to$9$ have the will$0$. 211:05,152[' ]| But what can prosperous Dignity avail, 211:05,153[' ]| When the ill outweighs the good in$4$ every Scale? 211:05,154[' ]| Would you his noble Purple Garment wear, 211:05,155[' ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the Gemonies is dragged, or bear 211:05,156[' ]| In$4$ some small City small Authority? 211:05,157[' ]| In$4$ homely woollen Robes some Aedile be, 211:05,158[' ]| And sit in$4$ Judgment over measures there, 211:05,159[' ]| Breaking those Vessels which$6#1$ too small appear? 211:05,160[' ]| You will$1$ confess Sejanus knew not then 211:05,161[' ]| What things were fit to$9$ be desired by$4$ men. 211:05,162[' ]| Who$6#1$ too great wealth or honours do acquire, 211:05,163[' ]| But raise their Towers so$5#1$ many Stories higher, 211:05,164[' ]| To$9$ encrease their fall, and make their ruine worse; 211:05,165[' ]| Which$6#1$ from the dreadful praecipice has greater force. 211:05,166[' ]| What Crassus or Great Pompey overthrew, 211:05,167[' ]| Or him who$6#1$ Rome did to$4$ his lash subdue? 211:05,168[' ]| Chief Power by$4$ all vile artifices gained, 211:05,169[' ]| And vows from the maligning Gods obteined. 211:05,170[' ]| Most Kings to$4$ Death by$4$ Blood and Slaughter go, 211:05,171[' ]| And a dry Death few Tyrants ever know. 211:05,172[' ]| The rawest Boy who$6#1$ scarce has conned one Rule, 211:05,173[' ]| His little Slave bearing his Books to$4$ School, 211:05,174[' ]| During the space of those five solemn days 211:05,175[' ]| When are Minerva's rites performed still prays 211:05,176[' ]| He may the Fame, and Eloquence possess 211:05,177[' ]| Of Powerful Tully and Demosthenes. 211:05,178[' ]| When deadly was their Wits oreflowing spring, 211:05,179[' ]| And Death to$4$ both their Eloquence did bring. 211:05,180[' ]| For$4$ Wit those hands nailed to$4$ the Rostra were 211:05,181[' ]| That$6#2$ head cut off too, but the Rostra never 211:05,182[' ]| Did silly Lawyer with his Blood besmear. 211:05,183[W ]| Oh Rome innate most fortunate in$4$ me, 211:05,184[W ]| When I thy Consul did consult for$4$ thee 211:05,185[' ]| Had he spoke alwaies thus; he safely might 211:05,186[' ]| Antonius rage, and bloody Cut-throats slight. 211:05,187[' ]| Of silly Verses I had rather be 211:05,188[' ]| Author, Divine Phillippick than of thee. 211:05,189[' ]| The second of Illustrious Fame against Antony. 211:05,190[' ]| So$3$ was the admired Athenian snatched away 211:05,191[' ]| By$4$ sudden death, whose eloquence could sway 211:05,192[' ]| Which$6#1$ way he pleased, and make whole Theatres obey. 211:05,193[' ]| Unhappy in$4$ his geniture, by$4$ the hate 211:05,194[' ]| Of the angry Gods, and by$4$ his own evil Fate. 211:05,195[' ]| The old Man by$4$ Fumes of red hot Metals made 211:05,196[' ]| Blear-eyed removed, his Son from his own Trade, 211:05,197[' ]| From making Swords, the Anvil, Tongs, and Coles, 211:05,198[' ]| From Smoaky Forges, sooty Vulcans Tools 211:05,199[' ]| To$4$ the most Fatal Rhetoricians Schools. 211:05,200[' ]| On$4$ Trophies fixt the Spoils by$4$ Battel won, 211:05,201[' ]| An Helmet cleft, the Beaver hanging down, 211:05,202[' ]| A Coat of Mayle, a broken Axletree; 211:05,203[' ]| A Galleys Flag obtained by$4$ Victory. 211:05,204[' ]| On$4$ a Triumphant Arches utmost height, 211:05,205[' ]| A Captive with a look disconsolate, 211:05,206[' ]| Than all our Humane Goods some value more. 211:05,207[' ]| The Roman Grecian Barbarous Emperour 211:05,208[' ]| Fiercely aspire at these, and from these Spoils, 211:05,209[' ]| Arise their several Dangers and their Toils. 211:05,210[' ]| Virtue is less thirsted for$5$ than Fame, for$3$ who$6#1$, 211:05,211[' ]| Her for$4$ herself, Rewardless will$1$ pursue? 211:05,212[' ]| Our Country yet by$4$ some, in$4$ Ancient days, 211:05,213[' ]| Has ruined been for$4$ Glory; for$4$ vain Praise; 211:05,214[' ]| And swelling Titles, which$6#1$ they had imposed 211:05,215[' ]| On$4$ Stones, in$4$ which$6#1$ their Ashes were enclosed. 211:05,216[' ]| Those Monuments of Stone were yet so$5#1$ weak, 211:05,217[' ]| Them the wild Fig-Tree could in$4$ pieces break. 211:05,218[' ]| The proudest Tombs have but a certain Date, 211:05,219[' ]| And Sepulchres themselves must yield to$4$ Fate. 211:05,220[' ]| Go weigh your Hannibal, how many pound 211:05,221[' ]| At length is of your mighty General found? 211:05,222[' ]| Yet Africk could not his Ambition bound 211:05,223[' ]| Whose Western Shores the Atlantick Ocean beats: 211:05,224[' ]| And Eastward stretches out to$4$ Nilus' Heats. 211:05,225[' ]| To$4$ Aethiopian Inhabitants, 211:05,226[' ]| And to$4$ a different kind of Elephants: 211:05,227[' ]| Spain must be joyned; the Pyrenaeans now 211:05,228[' ]| Be passed; Nature opposes the Alpes and Snow. 211:05,229[' ]| Rocks he devided, and the Mountains he 211:05,230[' ]| With Vinegar broke, making his passage free; 211:05,231[' ]| And takes possession then of Italy. 211:05,232[W ]| Yet after all, 211:05,232[' ]| says he; still pressing on$5$, 211:05,233[W ]| My Carthaginian Troops have nothing done, 211:05,234[W ]| Till we the Gates of Rome have overthrown, 211:05,235[W ]| And fixed our Banners in$4$ the Heart of all the Town. 211:05,236[' ]| Rare Visage, what a Picture it would appear, 211:05,237[' ]| When the Getulian Beast does the one Eyed General bear! 211:05,238[' ]| Oh Glory! what of all was the event? 211:05,239[' ]| Conquered he headlong run to$4$ Banishment. 211:05,240[' ]| The great and wonderous Captain in$4$ his Retreat, 211:05,241[' ]| Is a poor Client at a Judgment Seat: 211:05,242[' ]| Meanly he waits his sad Addresse to$9$ make 211:05,243[' ]| Till the Bithynian Tyrant please to$9$ wake; 211:05,244[' ]| His Turbulent Life (which$6#1$ such Confusion hurld 211:05,245[' ]| With Swords, Stones, Darts into the shaken world) 211:05,246[' ]| By$4$ none of these could perish no$2$ one thing, 211:05,247[' ]| Vengeance for$4$ all the Blood he spilt, could bring, 211:05,248[' ]| Or Revenge Cannae, but a little Ring. 211:05,249[' ]| Run over the rugged Alps, thou hot-braind Fool! 211:05,250[' ]| To$9$ be declaimed on$5$, and please Boys at School. 211:05,251[' ]| Philip's fierce Son, one World too little found, 211:05,252[' ]| And Frets, and Fumes poor Wretch! within the narrow bound. 211:05,253[' ]| As if in$4$ Rocky Gyarae he were pent, 211:05,254[' ]| Or small Seriphus. Yet he was content 211:05,255[' ]| With a small Coffin, when to$4$ Babylon he went 211:05,256[' ]| Death the plain-dealer does alone declare 211:05,257[' ]| How very little Great Mens Bodies are. 211:05,258[' ]| Athos it was thought was Sailed about of old, 211:05,259[' ]| And men believed all tales which$6#1$ lying Greece ever told. 211:05,260[' ]| That$3$ all the Hellespont from shore to$4$ shore 211:05,261[' ]| Was paved with Ships and Charriot-Wheles run over. 211:05,262[' ]| While Xerxes dined the innumerable fry 211:05,263[' ]| Of this Great host, would drink deep Rivers dry, 211:05,264[' ]| As Sostratus in$4$ his Cups was wont to$9$ lye. 211:05,265[' ]| When Salamis he left, what fate is behind 211:05,266[' ]| For$4$ him who$6#1$ used to$9$ rage and whip the wind? 211:05,267[' ]| Barbarian! what lash Corus Eurus too? 211:05,268[' ]| Worse than even Aeolus would in$4$ their Prisons do: 211:05,269[' ]| He did in$4$ Chains Earth-shaking Neptune bind, 211:05,270[' ]| And it was his mercy he had not designed 211:05,271[' ]| To$9$ Stigmatize him like$4$ a Slave: what God 211:05,272[' ]| Would not desire to$9$ be at such a Hero's nod? 211:05,273[' ]| But how returned he? slowly in$4$ one Boat 211:05,274[' ]| Through shoals of bodies, which$6#1$ did round him float 211:05,275[' ]| In$4$ bloody Waves. These are oftimes the pains 211:05,276[' ]| Immoderate desire of glory gains: 211:05,277[X ]| Jove grant large space of life, and length of days 211:05,278[' ]| With Confidence and vehemence one prays. 211:05,279[' ]| Never thinking what continual griefs attend, 211:05,280[' ]| And under what great ills old age does bend. 211:05,281[' ]| A Face deformed, of horrid colour grown, 211:05,282[' ]| Unlike himself, his flabby cheeks hang down. 211:05,283[' ]| Instead of a Skin he has an ugly hide, 211:05,284[' ]| Withered and rough with wrinckles deep and wide, 211:05,285[' ]| Such as in$4$ shady Woods of Tabraca, 211:05,286[' ]| On$4$ rivled Cheeks, old Mother Ape does claw: 211:05,287[' ]| In$4$ youth there many great distinctions are 211:05,288[' ]| One is more strong, the other is more fair. 211:05,289[' ]| But in$4$ all old mens Faces there is no$2$ choice, 211:05,290[' ]| Limbs paralytick, trembling is the voice, 211:05,291[' ]| With a bald pate, and with a nasty nose 211:05,292[' ]| That$6#1$ is ever dropping as an Infants does, 211:05,293[' ]| He mumbles bread between his toothless Gumms. 211:05,294[' ]| Irksome to$4$ his Wife, and Children he becomes. 211:05,295[' ]| He is even by$4$ Cossa loathed, that$6#2$ abject Knave, 211:05,296[' ]| That$6#1$ fawns and waits a Legacy to$9$ have. 211:05,297[' ]| Nor Wine nor Meat delight as in$4$ time past, 211:05,298[' ]| His Palate is now benumbed he has lost his tast, 211:05,299[' ]| It is long, long, since a Woman he Embraced. 211:05,300[' ]| A long forgetfulness has seized the part 211:05,301[' ]| Beyond the Cure of any Pains or Art. 211:05,302[' ]| Though all the Night he dallies, it is in$4$ vain, 211:05,303[' ]| It still does a poor Chiterlin remain. 211:05,304[' ]| What pleasure can the weak Old Doting Fool, 211:05,305[' ]| Expect from that$6#2$ infirm and Aged Tool? 211:05,306[' ]| Where Lust remains without Ability, 211:05,307[' ]| Men must suspect unnatural Letchery 211:05,308[' ]| Consider now another Sence declined, 211:05,309[' ]| In$4$ choicest Songs no$2$ pleasure he can find, 211:05,310[' ]| Sung by$4$ Seleucus, or the best of the kind, 211:05,311[' ]| Who$6#1$ all Embroidered on$4$ the Stage appear 211:05,312[' ]| Wherever he sits, the Songs he can not hear, 211:05,313[' ]| Cornets nor Trumpets, be he nere; 211:05,314[' ]| His Boy must hallow what is a*Clock in$4$ his Ear. 211:05,315[' ]| In$4$ his Cold Corps, what little Blood Remains, 211:05,316[' ]| Without a Feaver, never is warm in$4$ his Veins: 211:05,317[' ]| In$4$ him what Troops of Maladies abound! 211:05,318[' ]| And in$4$ his feeble Carkass dance their round! 211:05,319[' ]| More than Adultrer's Hippia ever enjoyed, 211:05,320[' ]| Or than sick Men by$4$ Themison destroyed 211:05,321[' ]| In$4$ a whole Autumne, or the Associates 211:05,322[' ]| Plundered by$4$ Basius, or the Estates. 211:05,323[' ]| Irus from all his Wards got by$4$ foul play, 211:05,324[' ]| More than the Cullies in$4$ a Summers day, 211:05,325[' ]| Maura ever dreined; and more than of his Boys, 211:05,326[' ]| Hamillus the lewd Pedagogue enjoys. 211:05,327[' ]| And more than of his Villas now are seen, 211:05,328[' ]| Who$6#1$ snapt his Fingers at my youthful Chin: 211:05,329[' ]| This Old Man's Shoulders, the others reins, his Thighs 211:05,330[' ]| Disabled are, this has lost both his Eyes: 211:05,331[' ]| And envies him to$4$ whom one Eye is left, 211:05,332[' ]| To$4$ this Man of the use of hands bereft, 211:05,333[' ]| Through his pale Lips, his Meat must others give. 211:05,334[' ]| He gapes while others fingers him relieve. 211:05,335[' ]| Yawn's like$4$ young Swallows (Meat being in$4$ their Eyes.) 211:05,336[' ]| To$4$ who$6#1$, with her full Mouth, the hungry Mother flies. 211:05,337[' ]| But loss of Sense and Memory is more 211:05,338[' ]| Grievous, than all his loss of Limbs before. 211:05,339[' ]| Even his own Servants Names he does forget, 211:05,340[' ]| And his Friends Face, with whom last Night he Eat. 211:05,341[' ]| Those he forgets whom he begot and Bred. 211:05,342[' ]| For$3$ by$4$ his cruel will$0$, they are disinherited. 211:05,343[' ]| Which$6#1$ does his Wealth on$4$ Phiale intail, 211:05,344[' ]| So$3$ does the subtle Strumpets Mouth prevail, 211:05,345[' ]| Who$6#1$ was so$5#1$ stale a prostituted Whore, 211:05,346[' ]| That$3$ many Years she stood in$4$ the Stews Door: 211:05,347[' ]| Suppose his Sense of mind when Old intire, 211:05,348[' ]| He must behold his Childrens Funerael Fire. 211:05,349[' ]| His Loved Wives Pile, Brothers and Sisters Urns, 211:05,350[' ]| And often for$4$ his numerous Kindred Mourns, 211:05,351[' ]| Who$6#1$ are by$4$ Death's repeated Blow destroyed, 211:05,352[' ]| With suchlike pains the long-lived Man is annoyed. 211:05,353[' ]| His Aged Heart with daily sorrow Bleeds, 211:05,354[' ]| And he grows Old still in$4$ fresh Mourning Weeds. 211:05,355[' ]| The Pyllan King (if Homer you will$1$ allow) 211:05,356[' ]| For$4$ length of Life was reckoned next the Crow. 211:05,357[' ]| Happy so$5#1$ many Ages to$9$ withstand, 211:05,358[' ]| Death's Blow, counting his Years on$4$ his Right-Hand; 211:05,359[' ]| And had so$5#1$ many Autumns drunk New Wine, 211:05,360[' ]| But how did he at Fates Decrees repine? 211:05,361[' ]| And on$4$ his too long thread of Life exclaim? 211:05,362[' ]| When he beheld within the Funeral flame 211:05,363[' ]| The fierce Antilochus his bearded Son? 211:05,364[' ]| To$4$ all his Friends long life he did bemoan, 211:05,365[' ]| And asked them all for$4$ what vile horrid crime 211:05,366[' ]| He had deserved to$9$ live till that$6#2$ unhappy time? 211:05,367[' ]| Thus Peleus mourned for$4$ his Achilles lost, 211:05,368[' ]| For$4$ Ithacus Ten years on$4$ the Ocean tost 211:05,369[' ]| Laertes thus complained. While flourishing Troy 211:05,370[' ]| Yet unattempted, did full peace enjoy, 211:05,371[' ]| Old Priam might amidst those happy hours 211:05,372[' ]| Have gone to$4$ the shades of his high Ancestours. 211:05,373[' ]| Hector with all his Brothers had the while 211:05,374[' ]| Their Fathers Corps born to$4$ the Funeral Pile. 211:05,375[' ]| Cassandra had the weeping Matrons led, 211:05,376[' ]| And fair Polyxena her tears had shed, 211:05,377[' ]| And rent her Garments, for$4$ her Father dead. 211:05,378[' ]| If he had dyed another time, before yet 211:05,379[' ]| Paris had rigged out his adventurous Fleet. 211:05,380[' ]| What did old Age avail him who$6#1$ saw all 211:05,381[' ]| Overturned? By$4$ Fire and Sword saw Asia fall? 211:05,382[' ]| The old Soldier then his Regal Crown laid by$5$, 211:05,383[' ]| And his forgotten Arms again did try; 211:05,384[' ]| And shaking, to$4$ Joves Altar ran, even so$5#2$ 211:05,385[' ]| The old Ox despised by$4$ the ungrateful Plow, 211:05,386[' ]| To$4$ his Masters Knife his wretched neck does bow. 211:05,387[' ]| His was a human death, the Wife he left 211:05,388[' ]| Behind him of humanity bereft, 211:05,389[' ]| Was to$4$ a Bitch transformed most fierce and foul, 211:05,390[' ]| And with wide open Jaws did bark and howl. 211:05,391[' ]| To$9$ come to$4$ Romans now, and to$9$ let go 211:05,392[' ]| The King of Pontus and rich Croesus too. 211:05,393[' ]| Whom the Oraculous Solon did direct 211:05,394[' ]| That$3$ he should on$4$ his latter end reflect. 211:05,395[' ]| That$3$ Banished Marius to$4$ Minturnae, fled, 211:05,396[' ]| Hid in$4$ those Fenns, torn thence, to$4$ Prison led, 211:05,397[' ]| At length in$4$ conquered Carthage begged his Bread. 211:05,398[' ]| Came from long life: For$3$ what more happy ever 211:05,399[' ]| Did Rome or Nature on$4$ the Earth yet bear? 211:05,400[' ]| When him vast Troops of Captives did surround, 211:05,401[' ]| And all the Pomps of War his Triumph Crowned? 211:05,402[' ]| If at that$6#2$ time his glorious Life had ended 211:05,403[' ]| When from the Teuton's Chariot he descended, 211:05,404[' ]| On$4$ Pompey kind Campania bestows 211:05,405[' ]| Feavers were to$9$ be wisht; but publick Vows, 211:05,406[' ]| And Prayers of many Cities did overcome, 211:05,407[' ]| And Pompey's Fortune joyned with that$6#2$ of Rome 211:05,408[' ]| Saved him to$9$ lose his Head. Such Butchery 211:05,409[' ]| Fate did to$4$ bloody Lentulus deny. 211:05,410[' ]| Even Trayterous Cethegus fell intire 211:05,411[' ]| And Catiline with a whole Carkass did expire. 211:05,412[' ]| The anxious Mother beggs at Venus Fane 211:05,413[' ]| That$3$ she may beauty for$4$ her Boys obtain 211:05,414[' ]| In$4$ gentle murmurs: But her voice does raise 211:05,415[' ]| When for$4$ the beauty of her Girls she prays; 211:05,416[' ]| This is her most delightful prayer: quoth she 211:05,417[V ]| Why do you blame what is piety in$4$ me? 211:05,418[V ]| Dianas beauty does Latona bless. 211:05,419[A ]| But such a face as Lucrece did possess 211:05,420[A ]| You should not pray for$4$, warned by$4$ her distress: 211:05,421[A ]| Her shape and form, the fair Virginia 211:05,422[A ]| Should wish to$9$ change with Hunch-backt Rutila: 211:05,423[A ]| A handsome proper Son does always make 211:05,424[A ]| His anxious Parents tremble for$4$ his sake. 211:05,425[A ]| For$3$ Beauty rarely agrees with Modesty 211:05,426[A ]| Though your plain House void of all luxury 211:05,427[A ]| Infuses nought but virtuous manners, there, 211:05,428[A ]| And imitates what ancient Sabines were. 211:05,429[A ]| Suppose kind Nature of her bounteous Grace 211:05,430[A ]| Chast inclinations in$4$ the mind does place, 211:05,431[A ]| And modest blood oft rises in$4$ the face, 211:05,432[A ]| (How could she better for$4$ a Youth provide? 211:05,433[A ]| No$2$ care, no$2$ Guardian can so$5#2$ watch or guide 211:05,434[A ]| As Nature). Yet scarce can they Men remain; 211:05,435[A ]| The Impudent Corrupter dares with gain 211:05,436[A ]| To$9$ tempt the Parents, by$4$ his lavish hand, 211:05,437[A ]| And thinks that$3$ nothing can his bribes withstand: 211:05,438[A ]| No$2$ Tyrant Boys deformed before guelded yet. 211:05,439[A ]| No$2$ Noble Youth with Bandy-leggs was fit 211:05,440[A ]| For$4$ Nero's lust, nor Sporus would he make 211:05,441[A ]| Of one with out-bow'd-breast, or Bunch in$4$ his back: 211:05,442[A ]| Go and rejoyce at your Sons beauty now; 211:05,443[A ]| Who$6#1$ must yet greater dangers undergo. 211:05,444[A ]| A common lewd Adulterer he will$1$ become; 211:05,445[A ]| From injured Husbands rage fearing what doom 211:05,446[A ]| They please to$9$ execute. Nor happier yet 211:05,447[A ]| Than Planet Mars; always to$9$ scape the Net. 211:05,448[A ]| Their rage will$1$ yet more punishments impose, 211:05,449[A ]| Than to$4$ their rage yet any Law allows. 211:05,450[A ]| Some by$4$ the Sword, to$4$ Death the Adulterers put 211:05,451[A ]| With bloody stripes, their tender Flesh some cut, 211:05,452[A ]| By$4$ some a Mullet is rammed into the gut. 211:05,453[A ]| But your Endymion your lovely Youth, 211:05,454[A ]| By$4$ beauteous Matrons must be loved forsooth; 211:05,455[A ]| Yet when deformed Servilia please to$9$ pay, 211:05,456[A ]| Though her he hates, he will$1$ her lust obey, 211:05,457[A ]| Who$6#1$ will$1$ give her Cloths and Jewels all away. 211:05,458[A ]| For$3$ what he wasts, at any rate she will$1$ buy, 211:05,459[A ]| And for$4$ this sport she nothing can deny. 211:05,460[A ]| Even Hippia, or Catulla, or whoever, 211:05,461[A ]| Or stingy, or cross-humourd did appear, 211:05,462[A ]| Shows all her breeding and good nature here. 211:05,463[V ]| But to$4$ the chast what harm can beauty do? 211:05,464[A ]| Yes, what availed Hyppolitus his vow? 211:05,465[A ]| And chast Bellerophon's resolution too? 211:05,466[A ]| When Stenobaea's desperate shame; and spight 211:05,467[A ]| For$4$ being despised her fury did excite, 211:05,468[A ]| Equal with Phaedra's, they to$4$ rage most fell 211:05,469[A ]| Provoked themselves. A Womans wrath does swell 211:05,470[A ]| Beyond all rule and to$4$ the utmost height, 211:05,471[A ]| Whenever confounding shame adds spurrs to$4$ hate. 211:05,472[A ]| What would you do if you were in$4$ his case? 211:05,473[' ]| The best and fairest of Patrician Race 211:05,474[' ]| Is destined by$4$ the lust of Caesar's Wife 211:05,475[' ]| To$9$ Marry her: to$4$ certain loss of Life. 211:05,476[' ]| He is by$4$ Messalina's love ensnared. 211:05,477[' ]| She with her wedding Garment sits prepared; 211:05,478[' ]| The Bed is publickly in$4$ the Gardens made, 211:05,479[' ]| And as of ancient rite the Noble portion is paid. 211:05,480[' ]| The Auspex present and the Notaries; 211:05,481[' ]| None but a lawful Marriage will$1$ suffice. 211:05,482[A ]| Do ye think this secret trusted to$4$ a few? 211:05,483[A ]| Declare your Judgment now, What will$1$ you do? 211:05,484[A ]| If you refuse the sin, you die that$6#2$ day, 211:05,485[A ]| And gain but little time if you obey. 211:05,486[A ]| Till the News blazed about the Streets of Rome 211:05,487[A ]| Happens at length to$4$ the Emperors Ears to$9$ come; 211:05,488[A ]| For$3$ he last hears his Families disgrace. 211:05,489[A ]| Obey her, if you hold a few days space 211:05,490[A ]| Of Life so$5#1$ dear. Whatever you shall think fit, 211:05,491[A ]| You your fair Neck must to$4$ the Sword submit. 211:05,492[' ]| Shall men then pray for$4$ nought? If you advise 211:05,493[' ]| With me; To$4$ the all disposing Deities 211:05,494[' ]| The care of us, and our affairs submit, 211:05,495[' ]| And for$4$ what is pleasant, they will$1$ bestow what is fit. 211:05,496[' ]| To$4$ Heaven man is dearer than to$4$ himself we find, 211:05,497[' ]| We often by$4$ a strong impulse of mind, 211:05,498[' ]| Swayed by$4$ blind lust, would be in$4$ Marriage joyned, 211:05,499[' ]| Then pray for$4$ Children: But the Gods foresee 211:05,500[' ]| What Children they, and what a Wife she will$1$ be. 211:05,501[' ]| Yet ~~ 211:05,502[' ]| That$3$ you may ask, and offer at some Shrine 211:05,503[' ]| Or Holy place, your Sausages Divine, 211:05,504[' ]| And the choice entrails of a pure white Swine. 211:05,505[' ]| Pray for$4$ a healthful body, a sound mind 211:05,506[' ]| That$6#1$ is never to$4$ the fear of death inclined, 211:05,507[' ]| Which$6#1$ bravely can all toyl and pain surmount, 211:05,508[' ]| And Death amongst Natures benefits account. 211:05,509[' ]| Which$6#1$ knows no$2$ wrath, covets not anything 211:05,510[' ]| Which$6#1$ can despise the soft Assyrian King, 211:05,511[' ]| And over his love, feats, luxury, and ease, 211:05,512[' ]| Will$1$ the hard labours chuse, and griefs of Hercules. 211:05,513[' ]| I show you what you to$4$ yourself may give, 211:05,514[' ]| Through Virtues path to$9$ quiet live we arrive. 211:05,515[' ]| Fortune thou art no$2$ Goddess to$4$ the Wise, 211:05,516[' ]| Fools make thee so$5#2$, and seat thee in$4$ the Skies.