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Martial. Book 1, Ep. 26.
When Brutus' fall wing'd same to Porcia brought,Those arms her friends conceal'd, her passion sought.
She soon perceiv'd their poor officious wiles,
Approves their zeal, but at their folly smiles.
What Cato taught heaven sure cannot deny,
Bereav'd of all, we still have pow'r to die.
Then down her throat the burning coal conveyed,
Go now, ye fools, and hide your swords, she said.
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