Ex otio Negotium Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher |
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De Porcia Epig. 43.
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De Porcia Epig. 43.
When Porcia heard her husband Brutus fate,And grief pursued substracted armes to take,
Know ye not yet death cannot be denyed?
Quoth she, this proof enough my father tried
This sayd, she drank the burning Coals in ire,
Go now vexatious Crowd your sword retyre.
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