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In Cæcilianum, Epig. 71.
O times! ô manners! Tully cry'd of oldWhen Cateline his curs'd plot did unfold,
When Cæsar and great Pompey took the field,
And civill war with blood the ground did guild.
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What doth displease (Cæcilian) what cramps you?
There's not contest of Princes, no swords rage,
But peace and gladness all the world asswage,
‘Tis not our guilt makes the times bad to thee,
‘Thy own (Cæcilian) force them such to bee.
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