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Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace
 

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[Mart. Epi.43. lib.I.] In English.

When Portia her dear Lord's sad fate did hear,
And noble grief sought arms were hid from her,
Know you not yet no hinderance of death is,
Cato I thought enough had taught you this,
So said, her thirsty lips drink flaming coales,
Go now deny me steel officious fools.