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To ERANTINA.
The Tyrant Nero houering to beholdThe wrack of Rome on top of Tarpe hill,
He saw the rich, the poore, the young, the old,
Amid the flams in in present poynt to spill:
Yet woondering on that woonder, stood he still,
And (cruell man) would neither mend nor meene,
But tooke his pleasure to espie their ill,
And smild to see them smart before his eyne:
But had that man, that monstruous man yet beene
Reseru'd on life by fatall Nimphs till now,
To view these flames which may in me be seene,
He would bewaile my poore estate I trow,
whose boyling breast euen like mont Ætna burns
When in his tomb the roaring monster turns.
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