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Though no weak terrour can my heart diflwadc, Yctdifmal horrour does it now invade } I mourn my fate, and envy theirs that arc Already fwallow’d by this greedy War. I would not call this fad,fierce honour back, Which can’t o’rethrow the heart it does attaque W hat I gain thence I like, mourn what I mifs, And if Rome calls for firmer thoughts than this, I thank the Gods that I no Roman am, Left all things humane I fhould then difclaim.