307:177,000[' ]| 307:177,000[' ]| 307:177,000[' ]| 307:177,001[A ]| In$4$ all the earth, from Cales Westward, to$4$ the streams 307:177,002[A ]| Of Ganges, gilded with the morning beams, 307:177,003[A ]| To$4$ few men Good and Ill unmasked appear, 307:177,004[A ]| For$4$ what with reason do we hope or fear? 307:177,005[A ]| What hast thou by$4$ thy happiest project gained, 307:177,006[A ]| But thou repentest thy pains and wish obtained: 307:177,007[A ]| Whole houses the easy Gods have overthrown, 307:177,008[A ]| Granting their projects that$6#1$ did those houses own. 307:178,009[A ]| In$4$ peace and war that$6#2$ is sought, we should avoid. 307:178,010[A ]| How many have pure Eloquence destroyed? <10> 307:178,011[A ]| He vainly shortened his life's hopeful length, 307:178,012[A ]| By$4$ trusting to$4$ his more than human strength. 307:178,013[A ]| What multitudes have toiled to$9$ meet their fate 307:178,014[A ]| Gathering vast sums? which$6#1$ now the best estate 307:178,015[A ]| Falls as far short of, as our Dolphins fail 307:178,016[A ]| To$9$ match the hugeness of the British Whale. 307:178,017[A ]| Longinus was girt therefore, by$4$ command 307:178,018[A ]| From Nero with a military band. 307:178,019[A ]| Seneca's gardens, like$4$ his riches, great: 307:178,020[A ]| And the fair Lateran buildings were beset <20> 307:178,021[A ]| By$4$ a whole Cohort, but in$4$ that$6#2$ sad time, 307:178,022[A ]| Seldom the soldiers did poor garrets clime. 307:178,023[A ]| If thou in$4$ the night season travellest late, 307:178,024[A ]| And carriest but a little silver plate, 307:178,025[A ]| Thou fearest the sword and club, thy faint heart quakes 307:178,026[A ]| At every reed, whose shade by$4$ Moon-light shakes. 307:178,027[A ]| The poor way-faring man, that$6#1$ doth not bring 307:178,028[A ]| A Charge along, before the thief will$1$ sing. 307:178,029[A ]| The first prayer, made to$4$ almost all the Powers; 307:178,030[A ]| Is that$3$ our riches may increase, that$6#2$ is ours, <30> 307:178,031[A ]| In$4$ all the Exchange may be the best filled trunk. 307:178,032[A ]| But out of earthen pots no$2$ poison is drunk: 307:178,033[A ]| Fear that$6#2$, when thou rich Setin Wine dost hold 307:178,034[A ]| Sparkling amidst Diamonds in$4$ a bowl of Gold. 307:178,035[A ]| How likest it now, that$3$ one of the sages stepped 307:178,036[A ]| Over his threshold laughing still, and the other wept. 307:178,037[A ]| But laughter is easy, any may deride, 307:178,038[A ]| It is strange whence moisture the others' eyes supplied. 307:179,039[A ]| Democritus (that$6#1$ laughed his lungs sore, there 307:179,040[A ]| Where no$2$ Pretexta, Trabea, Fasces were, <40> 307:179,041[A ]| Close chair, high throne) had burst sure, had he gazed 307:179,042[A ]| Upon$4$ our Praetor, in$4$ his Chariot raised. 307:179,043[A ]| In$4$ the midst of the dusty Circus, in$4$ Jove's gown: 307:179,044[A ]| On$4$ his back embroidered robes, on$4$ his head a Crown, 307:179,045[A ]| An Orb which$6#1$ scarce one Atlas can support: 307:179,046[A ]| Therefore a Crown-bearer sweats soundly for$4$ It; 307:179,047[A ]| And lest that$6#2$ Prince aspiring thoughts might wrong, 307:179,048[A ]| This Groom in$4$ the same Chariot rides along. 307:179,049[A ]| Then the Eagle must, from his Ivory Sceptre soar. 307:179,050[A ]| Here Cornets sound, there long troops ride before; <50> 307:179,051[A ]| With him white Romans, in$4$ whose pockets lurks 307:179,052[A ]| The Alms-basket, which$6#1$ on$4$ their good natures works. 307:179,053[A ]| He then found matter to$9$ deride all those 307:179,054[A ]| He met withal: whose mighty judgment shows 307:179,055[A ]| Brave men, examples which$6#1$ the world adorn, 307:179,056[A ]| May in$4$ dull climes and grosser air be born. 307:179,057[A ]| The businesses of men, their joys and fears 307:179,058[A ]| He laughed at, and sometimes their very tears. 307:179,059[A ]| A halter on$4$ proud fortune he bestowed, 307:179,060[A ]| And when she frowned, his middle finger showed, <60> 307:179,061[A ]| While to$4$ the gods' waxed knees vain man repairs, 307:179,062[A ]| With his superfluous or destructive prayers. 307:179,063[A ]| Power subject to$4$ great envy ruins some, 307:179,064[A ]| Long rolls of glorious names, from whence they come 307:179,065[A ]| Or those achieved, which$6#1$ did their triumphs crown, 307:179,066[A ]| Brass statues follow ropes that$6#1$ pulled them down. 307:180,067[A ]| Their Chariot-wheels groan under the Axe's stroke, 307:180,068[A ]| And even their innocent horses' legs are broke. 307:180,069[A ]| The fire to$4$ crackling flames the bellows turns, 307:180,070[A ]| The head, adored by$4$ the people, burns, <70> 307:180,071[A ]| The great Sejanus melts, and of that$6#2$ face, 307:180,072[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ the whole world had the second place, 307:180,073[A ]| Basins and Ewers, pots, frying pans are made. 307:180,074[A ]| Let wreaths of Laurel in$4$ thy house be laid, 307:180,075[A ]| Drag to$4$ the Capitol a milk-white bull. 307:180,076[A ]| Behold Sejanus through the streets they pull, 307:180,077[A ]| The people shout to$9$ see him dragged with hooks. 307:180,078@x | What lips he has? how like$4$ a rogue he looks? 307:180,079@x | Trust me I never could that$6#2$ man abide. 307:180,080@x | But what crime? who$6#2$ informed? who$6#2$ testified? <80> 307:180,081@x | No$2$ such thing, a long worded letter came 307:180,082@x | From Capreae, good; I no$2$ more Queries frame. 307:180,083[A ]| What do the Rabble all this while? they run 307:180,084[A ]| Along with fortune, as they have ever done, 307:180,085[A ]| And hate condemned men. That$6#2$ very hour, 307:180,086[A ]| Had Nurscia smiled upon$4$ her Tuscan's power, 307:180,087[A ]| And he surprised the old Prince by$4$ trust beguiled, 307:180,088[A ]| Those rascals had Sejanus Caesar styled. 307:180,089[A ]| Ever since we left the selling of our voice, 307:180,090[A ]| We take no$2$ care; the rout, that$6#1$ once made choice <90> 307:180,091[A ]| Of Consuls, Praetors, Tribunes, what it pleased, 307:180,092[A ]| Is long ago of all that$6#2$ trouble eased: 307:180,093[A ]| And only, with perplexed devotion, prays 307:180,094[A ]| For$4$ two things, Bread and the Circensian plays. 307:180,095[A ]| Hark how they whisper, 307:180,095@x | shall he die alone? 307:180,096@x | No$7$ sure, that$6#2$ great fire is made for$4$ more than one: 307:181,097@x | At Mars his altar (may the omen fail) 307:181,098@x | I met Brutidius, and my friend looked pale. 307:181,099@x | Pray heaven our mighty Ajax do not kill 307:181,100@x | Those that$6#1$ were for$4$ him, should his cause go ill. <100> 307:181,101@x | Then, whilst he lies upon$4$ the brink, let us go 307:181,102@x | Full speed, and trample upon$4$ Caesar's foe. 307:181,103@x | But let our men see it, lest on$4$ us they fall, 307:181,104@x | And to$4$ the bar their pinioned masters call. 307:181,105[A ]| News of Sejanus thus went up$5$ and down, 307:181,106[A ]| These were the secret murmurs of the town. 307:181,107[A ]| Wouldst be Sejanus? courted at his rate, 307:181,108[A ]| A Consul this, a Tribune him create, 307:181,109[A ]| Be the Emperor's Tutor; who$6#1$ at Caprea sits, 307:181,110[A ]| Throned on$4$ a rock among his Chaldean wits? <110> 307:181,111[A ]| Wouldst have the horse and foot serve under thee, 307:181,112[A ]| And Captain of the Praetorian life-guard be? 307:181,113[A ]| Why shouldst thou not desire it? those that$6#1$ would 307:181,114[A ]| Act no$2$ foul mischief, do yet wish they could. 307:181,115[A ]| Is there in$4$ greatness so$5#1$ much good, as will$1$ 307:181,116[A ]| But only serve to$9$ counterpoise the ill? 307:181,117[A ]| Wouldst be with that$6#2$ dragged Traitor's purple graced, 307:181,118[A ]| Or be at Gabii or Fidena placed, 307:181,119[A ]| Break small pots, judgment of false measures give, 307:181,120[A ]| At poor Ulubrae a patched Aedile live? <120> 307:181,121[A ]| Sejanus therefore never understood, 307:181,122[A ]| You must confess, true and essential good, 307:181,123[A ]| Who$6#1$ much too wealthy, much too potent grown, 307:181,124[A ]| Piled Tower on$4$ Tower, whence he was headlong thrown 307:181,125[A ]| Whom fortune did to$4$ that$6#2$ strange height entice, 307:181,126[A ]| To$9$ make his Fall more horrid by$4$ his Rise. 307:182,127[A ]| What overthrew Crassus, conquered Pompey caught, 307:182,128[A ]| And him who$6#1$ to$4$ his whips slaved Romans brought? 307:182,129[A ]| Even supreme power, got by$4$ arts strangely odd, 307:182,130[A ]| And prayers heard by$4$ some Malignant God. <130> 307:182,131[A ]| To$4$ Ceres' son in$4$ law but few go down 307:182,132[A ]| In$4$ Peace that$6#1$ wear, none that$6#1$ usurp a Crown. 307:182,133[A ]| At Tully's and Demosthenes his fame 307:182,134[A ]| Boys in$4$ Minerva's five days feast do aim. 307:182,135[A ]| And of their penny-Pallas Rhetoric crave, 307:182,136[A ]| Waited upon$4$ by$4$ the small satchel's slave. 307:182,137[A ]| Yet both these Orators their tongues struck dead, 307:182,138[A ]| His wit cost Cicero both his hand and head. 307:182,139[A ]| Such barbarous cruelty who$6#2$ ever saw 307:182,140[A ]| Done on$4$ a duller practiser at Law? <140> 307:182,141@w | O happy Rome when I was Consul born, 307:182,142[A ]| Anthony's sword he might have laughed to$4$ scorn, 307:182,143[A ]| If he had still thus poetized, I pray 307:182,144[A ]| The Lady-Muses, that$3$ I rather may 307:182,145[A ]| The Author of Ridiculous Poems be, 307:182,146[A ]| Second divine Philippic than of thee. 307:182,147[A ]| The Athenian wonder too, was put to$4$ death, 307:182,148[A ]| Who$6#1$ ruled the People with his powerful breath, 307:182,149[A ]| Got when the Fates were froward, Gods unkind. 307:182,150[A ]| Whom's father, with the smoky forge half blind, <150> 307:182,151[A ]| From blows, on$4$ sooty Vulcan's Anvil spent 307:182,152[A ]| In$4$ hammering swords, to$9$ study Rhetoric sent. 307:182,153[A ]| The man of Wood that$6#1$ spoils in$4$ triumph bears, 307:182,154[A ]| A helmet broke, breast battered, dangling ears; 307:182,155[A ]| Horses that$6#1$ draw a pole-less Chariot, 307:182,156[A ]| Streamers from Galleys in$4$ a Sea-fight got. 307:183,157[A ]| And a sad Captive set a top of all; 307:183,158[A ]| These more than humane blessings soldiers call. 307:183,159[A ]| These the Greek, Roman, Barbarous Generals sought, 307:183,160[A ]| And with so$5#1$ many wounds and dangers brought, <160> 307:183,161[A ]| Virtue is so$5#1$ much less beloved than Fame, 307:183,162[A ]| For$3$, bate reward, who$6#2$ will$1$ at virtue aim? 307:183,163[A ]| Hence, have some few sunk nations with their pride, 307:183,164[A ]| That$3$ Glorious titles might their ashes hide, 307:183,165[A ]| Which$6#1$ the wild fig-tree springing, breaks away, 307:183,166[A ]| For$3$ tombs themselves the power of Fate obey. 307:183,167[A ]| Weigh Hannibal, how many pounds canst find 307:183,168[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ great General's body now? whose mind 307:183,169[A ]| Not Africa to$4$ the Atlantic Main, 307:183,170[A ]| Nor where warm Nilus bounds it, could contain. <170> 307:183,171[A ]| He to$4$ his Moors and their tall Elephants 307:183,172[A ]| To$9$ join Spain, over the Pyren mountains jaunts, 307:183,173[A ]| Though nature the Alps and Snow in$4$ his way had laid, 307:183,174[A ]| Through rocks with vinegar he his passage made. 307:183,175[A ]| Now Italy is his, he will$1$ yet march on$5$, 307:183,176@w | There is, 307:183,176[A ]| saith this proud soldier, 307:183,176@w | nothing done, 307:183,177@w | Unless my Carthaginians storm the town, 307:183,178@w | And in$4$ the Suburra pitch my standard down. 307:183,179[A ]| O how did the one-eyed General's picture look, 307:183,180[A ]| Riding on$4$ his Getulian Elephants took. <180> 307:183,181[A ]| Alas, what is the end of glory! he that$6#1$ spread 307:183,182[A ]| His conquests, vanquished, into exile fled. 307:183,183[A ]| Must (great strange Waiter) part of the Presence make, 307:183,184[A ]| Till the Bithynian tyrant please to$9$ wake. 307:183,185[A ]| That$6#2$ life, which$6#1$ threatened the earth with change of States, 307:183,186[A ]| Nor sword, nor dart, nor rocky mountain dates, 307:184,187[A ]| But the revenge of Cannae of that$6#2$ Spring 307:184,188[A ]| Of Roman blood, was a poor little ring. 307:184,189[A ]| Go climb the horrid Alps vain-glorious fool, 307:184,190[A ]| To$9$ please the boys, and be their theme at school. <190> 307:184,191[A ]| The youth that$6#1$ honoured Pella with his birth 307:184,192[A ]| Vexed at one world, cooped up$5$ in$4$ the narrow earth, 307:184,193[A ]| As if the rocks of Gyarus walled him in$5$, 307:184,194[A ]| Or as he had in$4$ close Seriphus been. 307:184,195[A ]| When he a Conqueror's entrance had compelled 307:184,196[A ]| To$4$ brick-walled Babylon, one coffin held. 307:184,197[A ]| Death does alone deal plainly, and declare 307:184,198[A ]| What things of nothing human bodies are. 307:184,199[A ]| We may believe, what was believed of old, 307:184,200[A ]| That$3$ ships put in$5$ at Athos: and what bold <200> 307:184,201[A ]| And lying Greece on$4$ history imposed, 307:184,202[A ]| Xerxes that$6#2$ Mountain with his fleet enclosed, 307:184,203[A ]| That$3$ over the solid Sea by$4$ Coach he passed, 307:184,204[A ]| Drank up$5$ whole rivers, when he broke his fast. 307:184,205[A ]| And all that$6#1$, hovering with her drunken wings, 307:184,206[A ]| The Muse of Sostratus the Poet sings. 307:184,207[A ]| But how from Salamin returned he shipped, 307:184,208[A ]| Whose barbarous pride the East and Northwest whipped? 307:184,209[A ]| Never in$4$ Aeolus his Jail so$5#2$ paid 307:184,210[A ]| Who$6#1$ fetters on$4$ the Earth-shaker Neptune laid, <210> 307:184,211[A ]| And it was done gently that$3$ he spared his brand: 307:184,212[A ]| What God would not serve under his command? 307:184,213[A ]| But how returned he? in$4$ a bark he fled, 307:184,214[A ]| Sailing through blood, retarded by$4$ the dead, 307:184,215[A ]| Whose bodies to$9$ arrest his flight did swim; 307:184,216[A ]| Thus so$5#1$ much courted glory punished him. 307:185,217[A ]| Grant health, O Jupiter, grant length of days, 307:185,218[A ]| Thus the fresh youth, thus the old and sickly prays. 307:185,219[A ]| But how great constant Ills do old men brook, 307:185,220[A ]| How ugly, how unlike themselves they look? <220> 307:185,221[A ]| Instead of skin, they have a nasty hide, 307:185,222[A ]| Sagged Cheeks, wherein such wrinkles are descried, 307:185,223[A ]| As when through Tabraca's thick woods we shape 307:185,224[A ]| Our Course, we see scratched in$4$ an old she-ape. 307:185,225[A ]| There is somewhat still that$6#1$ differences the young, 307:185,226[A ]| This than that$6#2$ fairer, He than he more strong. 307:185,227[A ]| The old have one face, the same palsy makes 307:185,228[A ]| Their voices tremble which$6#1$ their body shakes. 307:185,229[A ]| Their heads an ancient fall of the leaf disclose, 307:185,230[A ]| And the infancy of a still dropping nose. <230> 307:185,231[A ]| Disarmed of teeth, this Chavells with his gums, 307:185,232[A ]| And to$4$ wife, children, and himself becomes 307:185,233[A ]| So$5#1$ loathsome that$3$ the sight turns Cossus' blood, 307:185,234[A ]| Who$6#1$ brings him presents of the rarest food. 307:185,235[A ]| Nor in$4$ his meat, or wine, does the ancient gust 307:185,236[A ]| Rejoice his duller palate; and for$4$ lust, 307:185,237[A ]| A long oblivion cancels those Essays, 307:185,238[A ]| A Nerve lies couchant which$6#1$ no$2$ art can raise; 307:185,239[A ]| Indeed, what faith, a comfortable effect 307:185,240[A ]| From weak gray-haired Priapus, can expect? <240> 307:185,241[A ]| Besides, though he may lust, he can not love, 307:185,242[A ]| Shall Venus, without strength to$9$ please her, move? 307:185,243[A ]| The suffering of another part now see, 307:185,244[A ]| In$4$ rarely well-set airs what joy takes he? 307:185,245[A ]| Although Seleucus sing them to$4$ his lute, 307:185,246[A ]| Or one of the Players in$4$ his golden suit. 307:186,247[A ]| What matter where of the Stage he sits, whose ear 307:186,248[A ]| Can scarce the Cornets, or the Trumpets hear; 307:186,249[A ]| Whose loud-tongued boy the very house must rock, 307:186,250[A ]| To$9$ make him know who$6#1$ is come, or what is o'clock. <250> 307:186,251[A ]| Then, in$4$ his cold body, his almost no$2$ blood 307:186,252[A ]| A fever only warms, and such a flood, 307:186,253[A ]| Of all kind of diseases, that$6#1$ to$9$ tell 307:186,254[A ]| Their very names, I might sum up$5$ as well 307:186,255[A ]| How many youths got Hippia's good will$0$: 307:186,256[A ]| What patients Themison did one Autumn kill. 307:186,257[A ]| What friends to$4$ Rome by$4$ Basill cheated were 307:186,258[A ]| Abroad; by$4$ Irus what poor Orphans here. 307:186,259[A ]| What men long Maura in$4$ one day enjoys, 307:186,260[A ]| Or the base school-master Amillus, boys: <260> 307:186,261[A ]| Sooner might my Arithmetic avow, 307:186,262[A ]| How many Manors he is Lord of now, 307:186,263[A ]| Who$6#1$, when my youthful beard did trimming crave, 307:186,264[A ]| Correction with his nimble scissors gave. 307:186,265[A ]| This loses the use of his shoulders, that$6#2$ of his thighs, 307:186,266[A ]| He of his hips, and he of both his eyes, 307:186,267[A ]| Envying the purblind; the fresh colours fled 307:186,268[A ]| From his lips, and those with other's hands are fed. 307:186,269[A ]| He, at the sight of supper, wont to$9$ fall 307:186,270[A ]| A-yawning, gapes and gapes, and that$6#2$ is all. <270> 307:186,271[A ]| So$3$ gape young swallows, to$9$ bring whose supplies 307:186,272[A ]| With her mouth full, their fasting mother flies. 307:186,273[A ]| But loss of all his members, equals not 307:186,274[A ]| His loss of senses, who$6#1$ hath quite forgot 307:186,275[A ]| His servants names, nor his friends countenance knows, 307:186,276[A ]| Nor who$6#1$ it was supped with him last night, nor those 307:187,277[A ]| He got and bred, though now his Will$0$ declare 307:187,278[A ]| Them strangers, making Phiale sole heir, 307:187,279[A ]| For$4$ her warm breath, a trick that$6#1$ she did use, 307:187,280[A ]| For$4$ many years together, in$4$ the Stews. <280> 307:187,281[A ]| But if he have his senses, Yet he must 307:187,282[A ]| Be forced to$9$ lay his children in$4$ the dust, 307:187,283[A ]| With his fair sister's ashes fill an urn, 307:187,284[A ]| Give order for$4$ the fire too, that$6#1$ must burn 307:187,285[A ]| His brother's body, and his dearest wife. 307:187,286[A ]| This penance all must do that$6#1$ have long life. 307:187,287[A ]| They must new funerals of their house behold, 307:187,288[A ]| And in$4$ perpetual grief and blacks grow old. 307:187,289[A ]| King Nestor did (if faith to$4$ thee we give, 307:187,290[A ]| Great Homer) nearest to$4$ the Raven live. <290> 307:187,291[A ]| Blest, sure, to$9$ be so$5#1$ many ages old, 307:187,292[A ]| That$3$ he his years upon$4$ his right hand told; 307:187,293[A ]| And drank so$5#1$ often wine in$4$ the Must? but stay 307:187,294[A ]| A while before you judge, and mark, I pray, 307:187,295[A ]| How he complains of the fates' too kind decrees, 307:187,296[A ]| Of too much thread they spun him, when he sees 307:187,297[A ]| His son Antilochus his beard on$4$ fire; 307:187,298[A ]| He, then, of all about him doth inquire, 307:187,299[A ]| What was it should him to$4$ so$5#1$ long life engage, 307:187,300[A ]| What had he ever done deserved that$6#2$ age? <300> 307:187,301[A ]| So$3$ Peleus raves for$4$ his Achilles slain, 307:187,302[A ]| He for$4$ Ulysses wandering on$4$ the main. 307:187,303[A ]| Priam (Troy safe) had his last progress made 307:187,304[A ]| In$4$ state unto Assaracus his shade. 307:187,305[A ]| Hector, his subjects weeping and forlorn, 307:187,306[A ]| With all his brothers had the body born. 307:188,307[A ]| Cassandra, first, her funeral tears had spent, 307:188,308[A ]| And then Polixena her garments rent; 307:188,309[A ]| If he had died before his son's foul guilt, 307:188,310[A ]| Before wanton Paris his bold ships had built. <310> 307:188,311[A ]| What did long life confer? a sight of the fall 307:188,312[A ]| Of Asia, fire and sword destroying all. 307:188,313[A ]| Then for$4$ his Crown the old trembling soldier took 307:188,314[A ]| An helmet, and at great Jove's Altar struck, 307:188,315[A ]| Fell like$4$ an ox, in$4$ his old age despised, 307:188,316[A ]| And by$4$ the ungrateful ploughman sacrificed. 307:188,317[A ]| Yet Priam died a man, but his old wife, 307:188,318[A ]| Survived a bitch, and barked away her life. 307:188,319[A ]| I come to$4$ our own stories, passing by$4$ 307:188,320[A ]| The Pontic King and Solon's wise reply; <320> 307:188,321[A ]| Who$6#1$ would not Craesus should his fortune praise, 307:188,322[A ]| Until the close and Evening of his days. 307:188,323[A ]| This Marius from his native soil divorced, 307:188,324[A ]| To$9$ lurk in$4$ the Minturnian fens enforced, 307:188,325[A ]| Then lodged him in$4$ a dungeon, whence he fled, 307:188,326[A ]| And near to$4$ conquered Carthage begged his bread. 307:188,327[A ]| A happier Roman Rome had never seen, 307:188,328[A ]| Nor had his parallel in$4$ nature been: 307:188,329[A ]| If when his crowd of Captives did proclaim 307:188,330[A ]| His triumph, when in$4$ all war's pomp he came <330> 307:188,331[A ]| From his Teutonic Chariot to$9$ alight, 307:188,332[A ]| Then his victorious soul had took her flight. 307:188,333[A ]| To$4$ Pompey provident Campania gave 307:188,334[A ]| A timely fever, but, his life to$9$ save, 307:188,335[A ]| In$4$ many Cities public prayers were made, 307:188,336[A ]| The Conqueror preserved, to$9$ be betrayed 307:189,337[A ]| When conquered, by$4$ Rome's fortune and his own; 307:189,338[A ]| His head cut off, a punishment unknown 307:189,339[A ]| To$4$ our most dangerous delinquents, thus 307:189,340[A ]| Cethegus suffered not, nor Lentulus, <340> 307:189,341[A ]| Even Catilin, who$6#1$ to$4$ her funeral fire 307:189,342[A ]| Had destined Rome, came to$4$ his own entire. 307:189,343[A ]| To$4$ Venus, in$4$ her temple, for$4$ fine Boys 307:189,344[A ]| The zealous mother prays with lesser noise. 307:189,345[A ]| But prays aloud for$4$ Girls exactly fair, 307:189,346[A ]| Each nicety remembered in$4$ her prayer. 307:189,347[A ]| Why laughest thou at her zeal? the deified 307:189,348[A ]| And fair Diana was Latona's pride. 307:189,349[A ]| But the fair Lucrece and her fatal rape, 307:189,350[A ]| Encourages no$2$ one to$9$ wish her shape. <350> 307:189,351[A ]| Virginia Rutila's bunched back would show, 307:189,352[A ]| And her fair eyes on$4$ Rutila bestow. 307:189,353[A ]| Fair creatures are by$4$ trembling parents watched, 307:189,354[A ]| So$5#1$ seldom beauty is with virtue matched. 307:189,355[A ]| But if mean houses virtuous breeding give, 307:189,356[A ]| Where, like$4$ the old Sabines poor and chaste they live, 307:189,357[A ]| If over rebelling blood a grave command 307:189,358[A ]| Be given to$4$ youth by$4$ nature's liberal hand, 307:189,359[A ]| And nature can do more than breeding can, 307:189,360[A ]| Or Tutors, the boy never shall be a man, <360> 307:189,361[A ]| For$3$ even to$9$ tempt the parents some are bold, 307:189,362[A ]| Such is their courage that$6#1$ come armed with gold. 307:189,363[A ]| The Tyrant Nero, to$4$ an Eunuch's place 307:189,364[A ]| Advanced no$2$ poult foot, nor ill favoured face, 307:189,365[A ]| Nor worthy of that$6#2$ sad preferment held, 307:189,366[A ]| Those who$6#1$ had necks, or backs, or bellies swelled. 307:190,367[A ]| Now in$4$ thy handsome sons and daughters joy, 307:190,368[A ]| Which$6#1$ because handsome greater woes annoy. 307:190,369[A ]| He shall be the town-prostitute, and fear 307:190,370[A ]| What wives expect from husbands most severe. <370> 307:190,371[A ]| Nor can his stars for$4$ so$5#1$ good fortune look, 307:190,372[A ]| That$3$ he should never in$4$ Mars his nets be took, 307:190,373[A ]| Where Vulcan's rage will$1$ reason more control, 307:190,374[A ]| Than any passion that$6#1$ invades the soul. 307:190,375[A ]| Some Ganymedes are stabbed, some whipped to$4$ death, 307:190,376[A ]| And the live Mullet enters some beneath. 307:190,377[A ]| But thy Endymion shall have her he loves. 307:190,378[A ]| Straight, when with powerful gold Servilia moves 307:190,379[A ]| He shall have her he hates, her gowns shall fly 307:190,380[A ]| To$4$ sale, she will$1$ nothing to$4$ her lust deny. <380> 307:190,381[A ]| Rich Hippia and poor Catulla too, 307:190,382[A ]| When they do long for$4$ it, will$1$ like$4$ women do. 307:190,383[A ]| But how can Beauty hurt the Chaste? what good 307:190,384[A ]| Came to$4$ Belerophon by$4$ his governed blood? 307:190,385[A ]| Hippolitus, his mistress too perplexed, 307:190,386[A ]| Phaedra no$2$ less Stenobaea next. 307:190,387[A ]| The edge of woman's wrath is then most keen, 307:190,388[A ]| When a repulse adds blushes to$4$ her spleen. 307:190,389[A ]| Wouldst thou have him whom Caesar's wife will$1$ choose 307:190,390[A ]| Co-husband, to$9$ accept or to$9$ refuse? <390> 307:190,391[A ]| This great Patrician, young and handsome, dies 307:190,392[A ]| For$4$ being such in$4$ Messalina's eyes. 307:190,393[A ]| She long hath sat in$4$ her bright veil, her bed 307:190,394[A ]| With nuptial purple (in$4$ a garden) spread, 307:190,395[A ]| Ten thousands told, the customary sum; 307:190,396[A ]| The Publick Notaries and the Auspex come. 307:191,397[A ]| She thinks this secret witnessed by$4$ too few, 307:191,398[A ]| She will$1$ marry publicly; Sir, what say you? 307:191,399[A ]| Deny to$9$ do it, and Hymen's tapers burn, 307:191,400[A ]| That$6#1$ from her bed shall light thee to$4$ thy urn. <400> 307:191,401[A ]| Consent, and thou shalt gain a little time, 307:191,402[A ]| Till the news fill the City, till the crime 307:191,403[A ]| Arrive the people, and the Prince's ear, 307:191,404[A ]| Who$6#1$ last the blemish of his house shall hear. 307:191,405[A ]| If then a few day's life thou so$5#1$ approvest, 307:191,406[A ]| Obey; but whether thy own youth thou lovest, 307:191,407[A ]| Or on$4$ her beauty dotest, not only thou, 307:191,408[A ]| But she her fair neck to$4$ the axe must bow. 307:191,409[A ]| Shall man then pray for$4$ nothing? If I may 307:191,410[A ]| Advise thee, let the Gods thy wishes weigh, <410> 307:191,411[A ]| Unto their Providence thy Will$0$ submit, 307:191,412[A ]| And for$4$ what is sweet, they will$1$ give thee what is fit. 307:191,413[A ]| And that$6#2$ which$6#1$ thy condition most behoves, 307:191,414[A ]| The Gods love man more than himself he loves. 307:191,415[A ]| Transported with a blind self-love, we crave 307:191,416[A ]| That$3$ all of us may wives and children have. 307:191,417[A ]| But to$4$ the Omniscient Deity, alone, 307:191,418[A ]| What wives, what children we shall have, is known. 307:191,419[A ]| Yet, that$3$ for$4$ sacrifice thou maist prepare 307:191,420[A ]| Thy white hog, and for$4$ something make thy prayer, <420> 307:191,421[A ]| Pray, that$3$ the Gods be graciously inclined, 307:191,422[A ]| To$9$ grant thee health of body, and of mind. 307:191,423[A ]| Ask a strong soul that$6#1$ may death's terror scorn, 307:191,424[A ]| And think, to$9$ die, as good, as to$9$ be born. 307:191,425[A ]| As great a gift of nature, that$6#1$ no$2$ cross 307:191,426[A ]| Can daunt, that$6#1$ knows no$2$ passion, fears no$2$ loss. 307:192,427[A ]| That$6#1$ Hercules his labours can digest, 307:192,428[A ]| Far better than Sardanapalus's feast, 307:192,429[A ]| His wenches or his feather beds, I show 307:192,430[A ]| What thou thyself maist on$4$ thyself bestow. <430> 307:192,431[A ]| The path to$4$ peace is virtue; All the Powers 307:192,432[A ]| Will$1$ be our own, if Wisdom be but ours. 307:192,433[A ]| And yet to$4$ thee vain Fortune we have given 307:192,434[A ]| The name of Goddess, and placed thee in$4$ heaven.