137:046,000[' ]| 137:046,000[' ]| 137:046,000[' ]| 137:046,001[A ]| In$4$ all the parts of Earth, from farthest west, 137:046,002[A ]| And the Atlantic Isles, unto the east 137:046,003[A ]| And famous Ganges; few there be that$6#1$ know 137:046,004[A ]| What is truly good, and what is good in$4$ show 137:046,005[A ]| Without mistake: for$3$ what is it we desire, 137:046,006[A ]| Or fear discreetly? To$4$ what ever aspire, 137:046,007[A ]| So$5#1$ thoroughly blessed; but ever as we speed, 137:046,008[A ]| Repentance seals the very act, and deed. 137:046,009[A ]| The easy gods moved by$4$ no$2$ other fate, 137:046,010[A ]| Than our own prayers whole kingdoms ruinate, <10> 137:046,011[A ]| And undo families, thus strife, and war 137:046,012[A ]| Are the sword's prize, and a litigious bar 137:046,013[A ]| The Gown's prime wish; vain confidence to$9$ share 137:046,014[A ]| In$4$ empty honours, and a bloody care, 137:046,015[A ]| To$9$ be the first in$4$ mischief, makes him die 137:046,016[A ]| Fooled between ambition, and credulity; 137:046,017[A ]| An oily tongue with fatal, cunning sense, 137:046,018[A ]| And that$6#2$ sad virtue ever, eloquence, 137:046,019[A ]| Are the other's ruin; but the common curse, 137:046,020[A ]| And each day's ill waits on$4$ the rich man's purse: <20> 137:046,021[A ]| He, whose large acres, and imprisoned gold 137:046,022[A ]| So$5#1$ far exceeds his father's store of old, 137:046,023[A ]| As British whales the dolphins do surpass. 137:046,024[A ]| In$4$ sadder times therefore, and when the laws 137:046,025[A ]| Of Nero's fiat reigned; an armed band 137:047,026[A ]| Seized on$4$ Longinus, and the spacious land 137:047,027[A ]| Of wealthy Seneca, besieged the gates 137:047,028[A ]| Of Lateranus and his fair estate 137:047,029[A ]| Divided as a spoil; in$4$ such sad feasts, 137:047,030[A ]| Soldiers (though not invited) are the guests, <30> 137:047,031[A ]| Though thou small pieces of the blessed mine 137:047,032[A ]| Has lodged about thee; travelling in$4$ the shine 137:047,033[A ]| Of a pale moon, if but a reed doth shake, 137:047,034[A ]| Moved by$4$ the wind, the shadow makes thee quake. 137:047,035[A ]| Wealth hath its cares, and want hath this relief, 137:047,036[A ]| It neither fears the soldier, nor the thief; 137:047,037[A ]| Thy first choice vows, and to$4$ the gods best known, 137:047,038[A ]| Are for$4$ thy store's increase, that$3$ in$4$ all town 137:047,039[A ]| Thy stock be greatest, but no$2$ poison lies 137:047,040[A ]| In$4$ the poor man's dish, he tastes of no$2$ such spice: <40> 137:047,041[A ]| Be that$6#2$ thy care, when with a kingly gust, 137:047,042[A ]| Thou suckest whole bowls clad in$4$ the gilded dust 137:047,043[A ]| Of some rich mineral; whilst the false wine 137:047,044[A ]| Sparkles aloft, and makes the draft divine. 137:047,045[A ]| Blamest thou the sages then? because the one 137:047,046[A ]| Would still be laughing, when he would be gone 137:047,047[A ]| From his own door, the other cried to$9$ see 137:047,048[A ]| His times addicted to$4$ such vanity? 137:047,049[A ]| Smiles are an easy purchase, but to$9$ weep 137:047,050[A ]| Is a hard act, for$3$ tears are fetched more deep; <50> 137:047,051[A ]| Democritus his nimble lungs would tire 137:047,052[A ]| With constant laughter, and yet keep entire 137:047,053[A ]| His stock of mirth, for$3$ every object was 137:047,054[A ]| Addition to$4$ his store; though then (alas!) 137:047,055[A ]| Sedans, and litters, and our Senate gowns, 137:047,056[A ]| With robes of honour, fasces, and the frowns 137:047,057[A ]| Of unbribed tribunes were not seen; but had 137:047,058[A ]| He lived to$9$ see our Roman Praetor clad 137:047,059[A ]| In$4$ Jove's own mantle, seated on$4$ his high 137:047,060[A ]| Embroidered chariot amidst the dust and cry <60> 137:047,061[A ]| Of the large theatre, laden with a crown 137:047,062[A ]| Which$6#1$ scarce he could support, (for$3$ it would down, 137:047,063[A ]| But that$3$ his servant props it) and close by$5$ 137:048,064[A ]| His page a witness to$4$ his vanity: 137:048,065[A ]| To$4$ these his sceptre, and his eagle add 137:048,066[A ]| His trumpets, officers, and servants clad 137:048,067[A ]| In$4$ white, and purple; with the rest that$6#2$ day, 137:048,068[A ]| He hired to$9$ triumph for$4$ his bread, and pay; 137:048,069[A ]| Had he these studied, sumptuous follies seen, 137:048,070[A ]| It is thought his wanton, and effusive spleen <70> 137:048,071[A ]| Had killed the Abderite, though in$4$ that$6#2$ age 137:048,072[A ]| When pride and greatness had not swelled the stage 137:048,073[A ]| So$5#1$ high as ours) his harmless, and just mirth 137:048,074[A ]| From every object had a sudden birth; 137:048,075[A ]| Nor wast alone their avarice, or pride, 137:048,076[A ]| Their triumphs, or their cares, he did deride; 137:048,077[A ]| Their vain contentions, or ridiculous fears; 137:048,078[A ]| But even their very poverty, and tears. 137:048,079[A ]| He would at fortune's threats as freely smile 137:048,080[A ]| As others mourn; nor was it to$9$ beguile <80> 137:048,081[A ]| His crafty passions; but this habit he 137:048,082[A ]| By$4$ nature had, and grave Philosophy. 137:048,083[A ]| He knew their idle and superfluous vows, 137:048,084[A ]| And sacrifice, which$6#1$ such wrong zeal bestows, 137:048,085[A ]| Were mere incendiaries; and that$3$ the gods 137:048,086[A ]| Not pleased therewith, would ever be at odds; 137:048,087[A ]| Yet to$4$ no$2$ other air, nor better place 137:048,088[A ]| Owed he his birth, than the cold, homely Thrace; 137:048,089[A ]| Which$6#1$ shows a man may be both wise, and good, 137:048,090[A ]| Without the brags of fortune, or his blood. <90> 137:048,091[A ]| But envy ruins all: what mighty names 137:048,092[A ]| Of fortune, spirit, action, blood, and fame, 137:048,093[A ]| Hath this destroyed? yea, for$4$ no$2$ other cause 137:048,094[A ]| Than being such; their honour, worth, and place, 137:048,095[A ]| Was crime enough; their statues, arms and crowns; 137:048,096[A ]| Their ornaments of triumph, chariots, gowns, 137:048,097[A ]| And what the herald with a learned care, 137:048,098[A ]| Had long preserved, this madness will$1$ not spare. 137:048,099[A ]| So$3$ once Sejanus' statue Rome allowed 137:048,100[A ]| Her demi-god, and every Roman bowed <100> 137:048,101[A ]| To$9$ pay his safety's vows; but when that$6#2$ face 137:049,102[A ]| Had lost Tiberius once, its former grace 137:049,103[A ]| Was soon eclipsed; no$2$ difference made (alas!) 137:049,104[A ]| Between his statue then, and common brass; 137:049,105[A ]| They melt alike, and in$4$ the workman's hand 137:049,106[A ]| For$4$ equal, servile use, like$4$ others stand. 137:049,107[A ]| Go now fetch home fresh bays, and pay new vows 137:049,108[A ]| To$4$ thy dumb Capitol gods! Thy life, thy house, 137:049,109[A ]| And state are now secured; Sejanus lies 137:049,110[A ]| In$4$ the lictors' hands; ye gods! What hearts, and eyes <110> 137:049,111[A ]| Can one day's fortune change? the solemn cry 137:049,112[A ]| Of all the world is, Let Sejanus die: 137:049,113[A ]| They never loved the man they swear, they know 137:049,114[A ]| Nothing of all the matter; when, or how, 137:049,115[A ]| By$4$ what accuser, for$4$ what cause, or why, 137:049,116[A ]| By$4$ whose command, or sentence he must die. 137:049,117[A ]| But what needs this? the least pretence will$1$ hit, 137:049,118[A ]| When princes fear, or hate a favourite. 137:049,119[A ]| A large epistle stuffed with idle fear, 137:049,120[A ]| Vain dreams, and jealousies, directed here <120> 137:049,121[A ]| From Caprea does it; and thus ever die 137:049,122[A ]| Subjects, when once they grow prodigious high. 137:049,123[A ]| It is well, I seek no$2$ more; but tell me how 137:049,124[A ]| This took his friends? no$2$ private murmurs now? 137:049,125[A ]| No$2$ tears? no$2$ solemn mourner seen? must all 137:049,126[A ]| His glory perish in$4$ one funeral? 137:049,127[A ]| O still true Romans! State-wit bids them praise 137:049,128[A ]| The moon by$4$ night; but court the warmer rays 137:049,129[A ]| Of the sun by$4$ day; they follow fortune still, 137:049,130[A ]| And hate, or love discreetly, as their will$0$ <130> 137:049,131[A ]| And the time leads them; this tumultuous fate 137:049,132[A ]| Puts all their painted favours out of date: 137:049,133[A ]| And yet this people that$6#1$ now spurn, and tread 137:049,134[A ]| This mighty favourite's once honoured head, 137:049,135[A ]| Had but the Tuscan goddess, or his stars 137:049,136[A ]| Destined him for$4$ an Empire, or had wars, 137:049,137[A ]| Treason, or policy, or some higher power 137:049,138[A ]| Oppressed secure Tiberius; that$6#2$ same hour 137:049,139[A ]| That$3$ he received the sad Gemonian doom, 137:050,140[A ]| Had crowned him Emperor of the world, and Rome. <140> 137:050,141[A ]| But Rome is now grown wise, and since that$3$ she 137:050,142[A ]| Her suffrages, and ancient liberty 137:050,143[A ]| Lost in$4$ a monarch's name; she takes no$2$ care 137:050,144[A ]| For$4$ favourite, or prince; nor will$1$ she share 137:050,145[A ]| Their fickle glories, though in$4$ Cato's days 137:050,146[A ]| She ruled whole states, and armies with her voice; 137:050,147[A ]| Of all the honours now within her walls, 137:050,148[A ]| She only dotes on$4$ plays, and festivals: 137:050,149[A ]| Nor is it strange; for$3$ when these meteors fall, 137:050,150[A ]| They draw an ample ruin with them; all <150> 137:050,151[A ]| Share in$4$ the storm; each beam sets with the sun, 137:050,152[A ]| And equal hazard friends, and flatterers run. 137:050,153[A ]| This makes, that$3$ circled with distractive fear 137:050,154[A ]| The lifeless, pale Sejanus' limbs they tear, 137:050,155[A ]| And lest the action might a witness need, 137:050,156[A ]| They bring their servants to$9$ confirm the deed, 137:050,157[A ]| Nor is it done for$4$ any other end, 137:050,158[A ]| Than to$9$ avoid the title of his friend. 137:050,159[A ]| So$5#2$ falls ambitious man, and such are still 137:050,160[A ]| All floating States built on$4$ the people's will$0$: <160> 137:050,161[A ]| Hearken all you! whom this bewitching lust 137:050,162[A ]| Of an hour's glory, and a little dust 137:050,163[A ]| Swells to$4$ such dear repentance! you that$6#1$ can 137:050,164[A ]| Measure whole kingdoms with a thought or span 137:050,165[A ]| Would you be as Sejanus? would you have 137:050,166[A ]| So$3$ you might sway as he did, such a grave? 137:050,167[A ]| Would you be as rich as he? command, dispose, 137:050,168[A ]| All acts, and offices ? All friends, and foes? 137:050,169[A ]| Be generals of armies, and colleague 137:050,170[A ]| Unto an Emperor? break, or make a league? <170> 137:050,171[A ]| No$2$ doubt you would; for$3$ both the good, and bad, 137:050,172[A ]| An equal itch of honour ever had: 137:050,173[A ]| But O what State can be so$5#1$ great, or good, 137:050,174[A ]| As to$9$ be bought with so$5#1$ much shame, and blood! 137:050,175[A ]| Alas! Sejanus will$1$ too late confess 137:050,176[A ]| It was only pride, and greatness made him less: 137:050,177[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ moveth with the lofty wind 137:051,178[A ]| Of Fortune, and ambition, unconfined 137:051,179[A ]| In$4$ act, or thought; doth but increase his height 137:051,180[A ]| That$3$ he may lose it with more force, and weight; <180> 137:051,181[A ]| Scorning a base, low ruin, as if he 137:051,182[A ]| Would of misfortune, make a prodigy. 137:051,183[A ]| Tell mighty Pompey, Crassus, and O thou 137:051,184[A ]| That$6#1$ madest Rome kneel to$4$ thy victorious brow, 137:051,185[A ]| What but the weight of honours, and large fame 137:051,186[A ]| After your worthy acts, and height of name, 137:051,187[A ]| Destroyed you in$4$ the end? the envious Fates 137:051,188[A ]| Easy to$9$ further your aspiring States, 137:051,189[A ]| Used them to$9$ quell you too; pride, and excess 137:051,190[A ]| In$4$ every act did make you thrive the less: <190> 137:051,191[A ]| Few kings are guilty of grey hairs, or die 137:051,192[A ]| Without a stab, a draught, or treachery: 137:051,193[A ]| And yet to$9$ see him, that$6#1$ but yesterday 137:051,194[A ]| Saw letters first, how he will$1$ scrape, and pray; 137:051,195[A ]| And all her feast-time tire Minerva's ears 137:051,196[A ]| For$4$ fame, for$4$ eloquence, and store of years 137:051,197[A ]| To$9$ thrive and live in$5$; and then lest he dotes, 137:051,198[A ]| His boy assists him with his box, and notes; 137:051,199[A ]| Fool that$6#1$ thou art! not to$9$ discern the ill 137:051,200[A ]| These vows include; what, did Rome's Consul kill <200> 137:051,201[A ]| Her Cicero? what, him whose very dust 137:051,202[A ]| Greece celebrates as yet; whose cause though just, 137:051,203[A ]| Scarce banishment could end; nor poison save 137:051,204[A ]| His free born person from a foreign grave: 137:051,205[A ]| All this from eloquence! both head, and hand, 137:051,206[A ]| The tongue doth forfeit; petty wits may stand 137:051,207[A ]| Secure from danger, but the nobler vein, 137:051,208[A ]| With loss of blood the bar doth often stain. 137:051,209[A ]| 7O 7fortunatam 7natam 7me 7Consule 7Romam. <(Carmen Ciceronianum.)> 137:051,210[A ]| Had all been thus, thou mightst have scorned the sword <210> 137:051,211[A ]| Of fierce Antonius, here is not one word 137:051,212[A ]| Doth pinch, I like$1$ such stuff; It is safer far 137:051,213[A ]| Than thy Philippics, or Pharsalia's war: 137:052,214[A ]| What sadder end than his, whom Athens saw 137:052,215[A ]| At once her Patriot, Oracle, and Law? 137:052,216[A ]| Unhappy then is he, and cursed in$4$ stars, 137:052,217[A ]| Whom his poor father, blind with soot, and scars 137:052,218[A ]| Sends from the anvil's harmless chime, to$9$ wear 137:052,219[A ]| The factious gown, and tire his client's ear, 137:052,220[A ]| And purse with endless noise; trophies of war <220> 137:052,221[A ]| Old rusty armour, with an honoured scar; 137:052,222[A ]| And wheels of captived chariots, with a piece 137:052,223[A ]| Of some torn British galley, and to$4$ these 137:052,224[A ]| The ensign too, and last of all the train 137:052,225[A ]| The pensive prisoner laden with his chain, 137:052,226[A ]| Are thought true Roman honours; these the Greek 137:052,227[A ]| And rude barbarians equally do seek. 137:052,228[A ]| Thus air, and empty fame, are held a prize 137:052,229[A ]| Beyond fair virtue; for$3$ all virtue dies 137:052,230[A ]| Without reward; and yet by$4$ this fierce lust <230> 137:052,231[A ]| Of fame, and titles to$9$ outlive our dust, 137:052,232[A ]| And monuments; (though all these things must die 137:052,233[A ]| And perish like$4$ ourselves) whole kingdoms lie 137:052,234[A ]| Ruined, and spoiled: put Hannibal in$4$ the scale, 137:052,235[A ]| What weight affords the mighty general? 137:052,236[A ]| This is the man, whom Afric's spacious land 137:052,237[A ]| Bounded by$4$ the Indian sea, and Nile's hot sand, 137:052,238[A ]| Could not contain; (ye gods! that$6#1$ give to$4$ men 137:052,239[A ]| Such boundless appetites, why stare you them 137:052,240[A ]| So$5#1$ short a time? either the one deny, <240> 137:052,241[A ]| Or give their acts, and them eternity) 137:052,242[A ]| All Ethiopia, to$4$ the utmost bound 137:052,243[A ]| Of Titan's course, (than which$6#1$ no$2$ land is found 137:052,244[A ]| Less distant from the Sun) with him that$6#1$ ploughs 137:052,245[A ]| That$6#2$ fertile soil where famed Iberus flows, 137:052,246[A ]| Are not enough to$9$ conquer; passed now over 137:052,247[A ]| The Pyrene hills, the Alps with all its store 137:052,248[A ]| Of ice, and rocks clad in$4$ eternal snow 137:052,249[A ]| (As if that$3$ Nature meant to$9$ give the blow) 137:052,250[A ]| Denies him passage; straight on$4$ every side <250> 137:052,251[A ]| He wounds the hill, and by$4$ strong hand divides 137:053,252[A ]| The monstrous pile, nought can ambition stay, 137:053,253[A ]| The world, and nature yield to$9$ give him way: 137:053,254[A ]| And now passed over the Alps, that$6#2$ mighty bar 137:053,255[A ]| Between France, and Rome, fear of the future war 137:053,256[A ]| Strikes Italy; success, and hope doth fire 137:053,257[A ]| His lofty spirits with a fresh desire. 137:053,258[A ]| All is undone as yet (saith he) unless 137:053,259[A ]| Our Paenish forces we advance, and press 137:053,260[A ]| Upon$4$ Rome's self; break down her gates, and wall, <260> 137:053,261[A ]| And plant our colours in$4$ Suburra's vale. 137:053,262[A ]| O the rare sight! if this great soldier we 137:053,263[A ]| Armed on$4$ his Getic elephant might see! 137:053,264[A ]| But what is the event? O glory! how the itch 137:053,265[A ]| Of thy short wonders doth mankind bewitch! 137:053,266[A ]| He that$6#1$ but now all Italy, and Spain, 137:053,267[A ]| Had conquered over, is beaten out again; 137:053,268[A ]| And in$4$ the heart of Afric, and the sight 137:053,269[A ]| Of his own Carthage, forced to$9$ open flight. 137:053,270[A ]| Banished from thence, a fugitive he posts <270> 137:053,271[A ]| To$4$ Syria first, then to$4$ Bithynia's coasts; 137:053,272[A ]| Both places by$4$ his sword secured; though he 137:053,273[A ]| In$4$ this distress must not acknowledged be; 137:053,274[A ]| Where once a General he triumphed, now 137:053,275[A ]| To$9$ show what Fortune can, he begs as low. 137:053,276[A ]| And thus that$6#2$ soul, which$6#1$ through all nations hurled 137:053,277[A ]| Conquest, and war, and did amaze the world; 137:053,278[A ]| Of all those glories robbed at his last breath, 137:053,279[A ]| Fortune would not vouchsafe a soldier's death, 137:053,280[A ]| For$4$ all that$6#2$ blood the field of Cannae boasts, <280> 137:053,281[A ]| And sad Apulia filled with Roman ghosts: 137:053,282[A ]| No$2$ other end (freed from the pile, and sword) 137:053,283[A ]| Than a poor ring would Fortune him afford. 137:053,284[A ]| Go now ambitious man! new plots design, 137:053,285[A ]| March over the snowy Alps, and Apennine; 137:053,286[A ]| That$3$ after all, at best thou mayst but be 137:053,287[A ]| A pleasing story to$4$ posterity! 137:053,288[A ]| The Macedon one world could not contain, 137:053,289[A ]| We hear him of the narrow Earth complain, 137:054,290[A ]| And sweat for$4$ room, as if Seryphus isle, <290> 137:054,291[A ]| Or Gyara had held him in$4$ exile: 137:054,292[A ]| But Babylon this madness can allay, 137:054,293[A ]| And give the great man but his length of clay; 137:054,294[A ]| The highest thoughts, and actions under Heaven, 137:054,295[A ]| Death only with the lowest dust lies even. 137:054,296[A ]| It is believed (if what Greece writes be true) 137:054,297[A ]| That$3$ Xerxes with his Persian fleet did hew 137:054,298[A ]| Their ways through mountains, that$3$ their sails full blown, 137:054,299[A ]| Like$4$ clouds hung over Athos, and did drown 137:054,300[A ]| The spacious Continent, and by$4$ plain force <300> 137:054,301[A ]| Between the Mount, and it made a divorce; 137:054,302[A ]| That$3$ seas exhausted were, and made firm land, 137:054,303[A ]| And Sestos joined unto Abydos Strand; 137:054,304[A ]| That$3$ on$4$ their march, his Medes but passing by$5$, 137:054,305[A ]| Drank thee Scamander, and Melenus dry; 137:054,306[A ]| With whatsoever incredible design 137:054,307[A ]| Sostratus sings inspired with pregnant wine: 137:054,308[A ]| But what is the end? He that$6#1$ the other day 137:054,309[A ]| Divided Hellespont, and forced his way 137:054,310[A ]| Through all her angry billows; that$6#1$ assigned <310> 137:054,311[A ]| New punishments unto the waves, and wind: 137:054,312[A ]| No$2$ sooner saw the Salaminian seas, 137:054,313[A ]| But he was driven out by$4$ Themistocles, 137:054,314[A ]| And of that$6#2$ fleet (supposed to$9$ be so$5#1$ great 137:054,315[A ]| That$3$ all mankind shared in$4$ the sad defeat) 137:054,316[A ]| Not one sail saved, in$4$ a poor fisher's boat, 137:054,317[A ]| Chased over the working surge, was glad to$9$ float, 137:054,318[A ]| Cutting his desperate course through the tired flood, 137:054,319[A ]| And fought again with carcasses, and blood. 137:054,320[A ]| O foolish mad ambition! these are still <320> 137:054,321[A ]| The famous dangers that$6#1$ attend thy will$0$. 137:054,322[A ]| Give store of days, good Jove, give length of years, 137:054,323[A ]| Are the next vows; these with religious fears, 137:054,324[A ]| And constancy we pay; but what is so$5#1$ bad, 137:054,325[A ]| As a long, sinful age? what cross more sad 137:054,326[A ]| Than misery of years? how great an ill 137:054,327[A ]| Is that$6#2$, which$6#1$ doth but nurse more sorrow still? 137:055,328[A ]| It blacks the face, corrupts, and dulls the blood, 137:055,329[A ]| Benights the quickest eye, distastes the food, 137:055,330[A ]| And such deep furrows cuts in$4$ the chequered skin <330> 137:055,331[A ]| As in$4$ the old oaks of Tabraca are seen. 137:055,332[A ]| Youth varies in$4$ most things; strength, beauty, wit, 137:055,333[A ]| Are several graces; but where age doth hit, 137:055,334[A ]| It makes no$2$ difference; the same weak voice, 137:055,335[A ]| And trembling ague in$4$ each member lies: 137:055,336[A ]| A general, hateful baldness, with a cursed 137:055,337[A ]| Perpetual pettishness; and which$6#1$ is worst, 137:055,338[A ]| A foul, strong flux of humours, and more pain 137:055,339[A ]| To$9$ feed, than if he were to$9$ nurse again. 137:055,340[A ]| So$5#1$ tedious to$4$ himself, his wife, and friends, <340> 137:055,341[A ]| That$3$ his own sons, and servants, wish his end, 137:055,342[A ]| His taste, and feeling dies; and of that$6#2$ fire 137:055,343[A ]| The amorous lover burns in$5$, no$2$ desire: 137:055,344[A ]| Or if there were, what pleasure could it be, 137:055,345[A ]| Where lust doth reign without ability? 137:055,346[A ]| Nor is this all, what matters it, where he 137:055,347[A ]| Sits in$4$ the spacious stage? who$6#2$ can nor see, 137:055,348[A ]| Nor hear what is acted, whom the stiller voice 137:055,349[A ]| Of spirited, wanton airs, or the loud noise 137:055,350[A ]| Of trumpets can not pierce; whom thunder can <350> 137:055,351[A ]| But scarce inform who$6#1$ enters, or what man 137:055,352[A ]| He personates, what it is they act, or say? 137:055,353[A ]| How many scenes are done? what time of day? 137:055,354[A ]| Besides that$6#2$ little blood, his carcass holds, 137:055,355[A ]| Hath lost its native warmth, and fraught with colds, 137:055,356[A ]| Catarrhs, and rheums, to$4$ thick, black jelly turns, 137:055,357[A ]| And never but in$4$ fits, and fevers burns; 137:055,358[A ]| Such vast infirmities, so$5#1$ huge a stock 137:055,359[A ]| Of sickness, and diseases to$4$ him flock, 137:055,360[A ]| That$3$ Hyppia never so$5#1$ many lovers knew, <360> 137:055,361[A ]| Nor wanton Mara; Physic never slew 137:055,362[A ]| So$5#1$ many patients, nor rich lawyers spoil 137:055,363[A ]| More wards, and widows; it were lesser toil 137:055,364[A ]| To$9$ number out what manors, and demesnes, 137:055,365[A ]| Licinius' razor purchased: one complains 137:056,366[A ]| Of weakness in$4$ the back, another pants 137:056,367[A ]| For$4$ lack of breath, the third his eyesight wants; 137:056,368[A ]| Nay some so$5#1$ feeble are, and full of pain 137:056,369[A ]| That$3$ infant like$5$ they must be fed again. 137:056,370[A ]| These faint too at their meals; their wine they spill, <370> 137:056,371[A ]| And like$4$ young birds, that$6#1$ wait the mother's bill 137:056,372[A ]| They gape for$4$ meat; but sadder far than this 137:056,373[A ]| Their senseless ignorance, and dotage is; 137:056,374[A ]| For$3$ neither they, their friends, nor servants know, 137:056,375[A ]| Nay those themselves begot, and bred up$5$ too 137:056,376[A ]| No$2$ longer now they will$1$ own; for$3$ madly they 137:056,377[A ]| Proscribe them all, and what on$4$ the last day, 137:056,378[A ]| The misers can not carry to$4$ the grave 137:056,379[A ]| For$4$ their past sins, their prostitutes must have. 137:056,380[A ]| But grant age lacked these plagues; yet must they see <380> 137:056,381[A ]| As great, as many: frail mortality 137:056,382[A ]| In$4$ such a length of years, hath many falls, 137:056,383[A ]| And deads a life with frequent funerals. 137:056,384[A ]| The nimblest hour in$4$ all the span, can steal 137:056,385[A ]| A friend, or brother from us; there is no$2$ repeal 137:056,386[A ]| In$4$ death, or time; this day a wife we mourn, 137:056,387[A ]| Tomorrow's tears a son, and the next urn 137:056,388[A ]| A sister fills; long-livers have assigned 137:056,389[A ]| These curses still: that$6#1$ with a restless mind, 137:056,390[A ]| An age of fresh renewing cares they buy, <390> 137:056,391[A ]| And in$4$ a tide of tears grow old and die. 137:056,392[A ]| Nestor, (if we great Homer may believe) 137:056,393[A ]| In$4$ his full strength three hundred years did live: 137:056,394[A ]| Happy (thou wilt say) that$6#1$ for$4$ so$5#1$ long a time 137:056,395[A ]| Enjoyed free nature, with the grape, and wine 137:056,396[A ]| Of many autumns; but I prithee, hear 137:056,397[A ]| What Nestor says himself, when he his dear 137:056,398[A ]| Antilochus had lost, how he complains 137:056,399[A ]| Of life's too large extent, and copious pains. 137:056,400[A ]| Of all he meets, he asks what is the cause <400> 137:056,401[A ]| He lived thus long; for$4$ what breach of their laws 137:056,402[A ]| The gods thus punished him? what sin had he 137:056,403[A ]| Done worthy of a long life's misery? 137:057,404[A ]| Thus Peleus his Achilles mourned, and he 137:057,405[A ]| Thus wept that$3$ his Ulysses lost at sea. 137:057,406[A ]| Had Priam died, before Phereclus' fleet 137:057,407[A ]| Was built, or Paris stole the fatal Greek, 137:057,408[A ]| Troy had yet stood, and he perhaps had gone 137:057,409[A ]| In$4$ peace unto the lower shades; his son 137:057,410[A ]| Saved with his plenteous offspring, and the rest <410> 137:057,411[A ]| In$4$ solemn pomp bearing his funeral chest; 137:057,412[A ]| But long life hindered this: unhappy he, 137:057,413[A ]| Kept for$4$ a public ruin; lived to$9$ see 137:057,414[A ]| All Asia lost, and ere he could expire, 137:057,415[A ]| In$4$ his own house saw both the sword, and fire; 137:057,416[A ]| All white with age, and cares, his feeble arm 137:057,417[A ]| Had now forgot the war; but this alarm 137:057,418[A ]| Gathers his dying spirits; and as we 137:057,419[A ]| An aged ox worn out with labour, see, 137:057,420[A ]| By$4$ his ungrateful master, after all <420> 137:057,421[A ]| His years of toil, a thankless victim fall: 137:057,422[A ]| So$5#2$ he by$4$ Jove's own altar; which$6#1$ shows, we 137:057,423[A ]| Are nowhere safe from Heaven, and destiny: 137:057,424[A ]| Yet died a man; but his surviving queen, 137:057,425[A ]| Freed from the Greekish sword was barking seen. 137:057,426[A ]| I haste to$4$ Rome, and Pontus' king let pass, 137:057,427[A ]| With Lydian Croesus, whom in$4$ vain (alas!) 137:057,428[A ]| Just Solon's grave advice bade to$9$ attend, 137:057,429[A ]| That$3$ happiness came not before the end. 137:057,430[A ]| What man more blessed in$4$ any age to$9$ come <430> 137:057,431[A ]| Or past, could Nature show the world, or Rome, 137:057,432[A ]| Than Marius was? if amidst the pomp of war, 137:057,433[A ]| And triumphs fetched with Roman blood from far 137:057,434[A ]| His soul had fled; exile, and fetters then, 137:057,435[A ]| He never had seen, nor known Mynturna's fen; 137:057,436[A ]| Nor had it, after Carthage got, been said, 137:057,437[A ]| A Roman general had begged his bread. 137:057,438[A ]| Thus Pompey the envious gods, and Rome's ill stars 137:057,439[A ]| (Freed from Campania's fevers, and the wars) 137:057,440[A ]| Doomed to$4$ Achilles' sword: our public vows <440> 137:057,441[A ]| Made Caesar guiltless; but sent him to$9$ lose 137:058,442[A ]| His head at Nile; this curse Cethegus missed; 137:058,443[A ]| This Lentulus, and this made him resist 137:058,444[A ]| That$3$ mangled by$4$ no$2$ lictor's axe, fell dead 137:058,445[A ]| Entirely Catiline, and saved his head. 137:058,446[A ]| The anxious matrons, with their foolish zeal, 137:058,447[A ]| Are the last votaries, and their appeal 137:058,448[A ]| Is all for$4$ beauty; with soft speech, and slow, 137:058,449[A ]| They pray for$4$ sons, but with a louder vow 137:058,450[A ]| Commend a female feature: all that$6#1$ can <450> 137:058,451[A ]| Make woman pleasing now they shift, and scan: 137:058,452[A ]| And "why" reproved they say "Latona's pair 137:058,453[A ]| The mother never thinks can be too fair." 137:058,454[A ]| But sad Lucretia warns to$9$ wish no$2$ face 137:058,455[A ]| Like$4$ hers; Virginia would bequeath her grace 137:058,456[A ]| To$4$ crook-back Rutila in$4$ exchange; for$3$ still 137:058,457[A ]| The fairest children do their parents fill 137:058,458[A ]| With greatest cares; so$5#1$ seldom chastity 137:058,459[A ]| Is found with beauty; though some few there be 137:058,460[A ]| That$6#1$ with a strict, religious care contend <460> 137:058,461[A ]| The old, modest, Sabine customs to$9$ defend: 137:058,462[A ]| Besides, wise nature to$4$ some faces grants 137:058,463[A ]| An easy blush, and where she freely plants, 137:058,464[A ]| A less instruction serves; but both these joined, 137:058,465[A ]| At Rome would both be forced or else purloined. 137:058,466[A ]| So$5#1$ steeled a forehead vice hath, that$6#1$ dares win, 137:058,467[A ]| And bribe the father to$4$ the children's sin; 137:058,468[A ]| But whom have gifts defiled not? what good face 137:058,469[A ]| Did ever want these tempters? pleasing grace 137:058,470[A ]| Betrays itself; what time did Nero mind <470> 137:058,471[A ]| A coarse, maimed shape? what blemished youth confined 137:058,472[A ]| His goatish pathic? whence then flow these joys 137:058,473[A ]| Of a fair issue? whom these sad annoys 137:058,474[A ]| Wait, and grow up$5$ with; whom perhaps thou wilt see 137:058,475[A ]| Public adulterers, and must be 137:058,476[A ]| Subject to$4$ all the curses, plagues, and awe 137:058,477[A ]| Of jealous mad men, and the Julian Law; 137:058,478[A ]| Nor canst thou hope they will$1$ find a milder star, 137:058,479[A ]| Or more escapes than did the god of war; 137:059,480[A ]| But worse than all, a jealous brain confines <480> 137:059,481[A ]| His fury to$4$ no$2$ law; what rage assigns, 137:059,482[A ]| Is present justice: thus the rash sword spills 137:059,483[A ]| This lecher's blood, the scourge another kills. 137:059,484[A ]| But thy spruce boy must touch no$2$ other face 137:059,485[A ]| Than a Patrician? Is of any race 137:059,486[A ]| So$3$ they be rich; Servilia is as good 137:059,487[A ]| With wealth, as she that$6#1$ boasts Iulus' blood: 137:059,488[A ]| To$9$ please a servant all is cheap; what thing 137:059,489[A ]| In$4$ all their stock to$4$ the last suit, and ring 137:059,490[A ]| Nut lust exacts? the poorest whore in$4$ this, <490> 137:059,491[A ]| As generous as the Patrician is. 137:059,492[A ]| But thou wilt say what hurt is a beauteous skin 137:059,493[A ]| With a chaste soul? ask Theseus' son, and him 137:059,494[A ]| That$6#1$ Stenoboea murdered; for$3$ both these 137:059,495[A ]| Can tell how fatal it was in$4$ them to$9$ please; 137:059,496[A ]| A woman's spleen then carries most of fate, 137:059,497[A ]| When shame and sorrow aggravate her hate: 137:059,498[A ]| Resolve me now, had Silius been thy son, 137:059,499[A ]| In$4$ such a hazard what should he have done? 137:059,500[A ]| Of all Rome's youth, this was the only best <500> 137:059,501[A ]| In$4$ whom alone beauty, and worth did rest: 137:059,502[A ]| This Messalina saw, and needs he must 137:059,503[A ]| Be ruined by$4$ the Emperor, or her lust, 137:059,504[A ]| All in$4$ the face of Rome, and the world's eye, 137:059,505[A ]| Though Caesar's wife, a public bigamy 137:059,506[A ]| She dares attempt; and that$3$ the act might bear 137:059,507[A ]| More prodigy, the notaries appear, 137:059,508[A ]| And augures to$4$ it; and to$9$ complete the sin 137:059,509[A ]| In$4$ solemn form, a dowry is brought in$5$; 137:059,510[A ]| All this (thou wilt say) in$4$ private might have passed, <510> 137:059,511[A ]| But she will$1$ not have it so$5#2$; what course at last? 137:059,512[A ]| What should he do? If Messaline be crossed 137:059,513[A ]| Without redress thy Silius will$1$ be lost; 137:059,514[A ]| If not, some two days' length is all he can 137:059,515[A ]| Keep from the grave; just so$5#1$ much as will$1$ span 137:059,516[A ]| This news to$4$ Hostia, to$4$ whose fate he owes 137:059,517[A ]| That$3$ Claudius last his own dishonour knows. 137:060,518[A ]| But he obeys, and for$4$ a few hours' lust, 137:060,519[A ]| Forfeits that$6#2$ glory should outlive his dust, 137:060,520[A ]| Nor was it much a fault; for$3$, whether he <520> 137:060,521[A ]| Obeyed, or not; It was equal destiny: 137:060,522[A ]| So$5#1$ fatal beauty is, and full of waste, 137:060,523[A ]| That$3$ neither wanton can be safe, nor chaste. 137:060,524[A ]| What then should man pray for$4$? what is it that$6#1$ he 137:060,525[A ]| Can beg of Heaven, without impiety? 137:060,526[A ]| Take my advice: first to$4$ the gods commit 137:060,527[A ]| All cares; for$3$ they things competent, and fit 137:060,528[A ]| For$4$ us foresee; besides man is more dear 137:060,529[A ]| To$4$ them, than to$4$ himself: we blindly here 137:060,530[A ]| Led by$4$ the world, and lust, in$4$ vain assay <530> 137:060,531[A ]| To$9$ get us portions, wives, and sons; but they 137:060,532[A ]| Already know all that$6#1$ we can intend, 137:060,533[A ]| And of our children's children see the end. 137:060,534[A ]| Yet that$3$ thou mayst have something to$9$ commend 137:060,535[A ]| With thanks unto the gods for$4$ what they send; 137:060,536[A ]| Pray for$4$ a wise, and knowing soul; a sad 137:060,537[A ]| Discreet, true valour, that$6#1$ will$1$ scorn to$9$ add 137:060,538[A ]| A needless horror to$4$ thy death; that$6#1$ knows 137:060,539[A ]| It is but a debt that$6#1$ man to$4$ nature owes; 137:060,540[A ]| That$6#1$ starts not at misfortunes, that$6#1$ can sway, <540> 137:060,541[A ]| And keep all passions under lock and key; 137:060,542[A ]| That$6#1$ covets nothing, wrongs none, and prefers 137:060,543[A ]| An honest want before rich injurers; 137:060,544[A ]| All this thou hast within thyself, and may 137:060,545[A ]| Be made thy own, if thou wilt take the way; 137:060,546[A ]| What boots the world's wild, loose applause? what can 137:060,547[A ]| Frail, perilous honours add unto a man? 137:060,548[A ]| What length of years, wealth, or a rich fair wife? 137:060,549[A ]| Virtue alone can make a happy life. 137:060,550[A ]| To$4$ a wise man nought comes amiss: but we <550> 137:060,551[A ]| Fortune adore, and make our Deity.