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Ah, great Augustus! thou deserv'st an Host
Of Heroes, such as ancient Rome produc'd;
When each Commander should like Scipio be;
Or rather like the yet more Godlike thee,
Brave, Temperate, Prudent to the last degree.
The common Rout all Sceva's in the Field,
Who bore a thousand Arrows in his Shield.
At least they shou'd have Souls to be inspir'd,
And by thy great Example to be fir'd;
Thy Constancy and Valour imitate,
And raise at once thy Glory and the State.
This said, and parting with a pittying Look,
Tow'rds his Eternal Hope his way he took,
And blest his Fate he cou'd again return
To the blest Confines of his peaceful Urn.
Of Heroes, such as ancient Rome produc'd;
When each Commander should like Scipio be;
Or rather like the yet more Godlike thee,
Brave, Temperate, Prudent to the last degree.
The common Rout all Sceva's in the Field,
Who bore a thousand Arrows in his Shield.
At least they shou'd have Souls to be inspir'd,
And by thy great Example to be fir'd;
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And raise at once thy Glory and the State.
This said, and parting with a pittying Look,
Tow'rds his Eternal Hope his way he took,
And blest his Fate he cou'd again return
To the blest Confines of his peaceful Urn.
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