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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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Ex Mario Molsa. Of the City Rome being late wasted by the Germanes.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Ex Mario Molsa. Of the City Rome being late wasted by the Germanes.

Flagrati cineres si nunc Catilina videret,
Imperij & Latium consenuisse decus.

Th' Empires burnt ashes didst thou now behold
O Catiline, and her glory waxt so old,
The Capitoll, and high Tarpeian spires,

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Couldst thou but view defac't by forraigne fires,
Now coverd in long ruines, thou wouldst run,
And loudly cry, This by the gods was done.
For amongst mortall men, what's he once durst
Doe this to Rome, which I had menac't first?
O how much better had it beene that I
Had beene the cause of all thy misery!
Whil'st buried Rome from darknes thou dost strive
To raise (O Blondus) and keepe still alive
Dead Romulus and Remus: by thy wit,
They a rude City did erect, but it
Thy labour hath re-built, making it shine
So to the world, tis almost held divine.
And though the barbarous Foe it overthrew,
Thy lasting verse, hath still repaird it new.
A Tombe to thee, triumphant Rome did give,
That it to thee, and thou to it maist live.