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Show TH 138 O LIF -0, Shall the great heroes of ecelestial line Who drank full bowls of Greekiand Roman wine Hector Cesar and Brutus, Agamemnon Nay, Jove himself, who here has quaft'd his nectar Shall they, who govern'd fortune her cringe and cour Thirst in their age, and call in vain for porter Like Belisarius tax the pitying street With ¢ date ol‘olumv," ‘to all they meet Forbi Shan't I, who: oft have drench'd. my hands in gore Giv Stabb'd many, poison'd some, beheaded more Who numbers slew in battle on:this plain T Shan't I, the;slayer, try to feed the slain Yoo Brother to all, with-equal love T vie Wil Jo The mien, who slew me I must That k and the men I slew d I will, this happy project seize That those, to0 vld and weak, may live with case Ol}mpu Suppose the babes I smother'd in the tow'r May &y By chance, or sickness, lose their acting pow'r Shal |