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Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace
 

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[One stabbe could not fierce Cato's Life unty]

One stabbe could not fierce Cato's Life unty;
Onely his hand of all that wound did dy;
Deeper his Fingers tear to make a way
Open, through which his mighty Soul might stray.
Fortune made this delay to let us know,
That Cato's hand more then his Sword could do.