Many a yeare these furious broiles let last, Why should we wish the gods should ever end them ? War onely giues vs peace, o Rome continue The course of mischiefe, and stretch out the date Pean whither am I halde ? where shall I fall? So runnes a Matron through th'amazed streetes, The quiuering Romans, but worse things affright them. As Manus full of wine on Pindus raués, 075 Thus borne aloft I see Pangeus hill, With hoarie toppe, and vnder Hemus mount Philippi plaines; Phabus what radge is this? 680 Why grapples Rome, and makes war, hauing no foes? Whither turne I now? thou lead'st me toward th’east, Where Nile augmenteth the Pelusian sea : 685 This headlesse trunke that lies on Nylus sande A fury leades the Emathian bandes; from thence 690 FINIS 667 furious] firious 1600 thoroughout Dyce, Bull. 674 Mænas Dyce etc. 688 hence] thence Dyce etc. PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, OXFORD BY JOHN JOHNSON, PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY 685 |