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Show C 2) And lending his Defpair a kind Effort, It Aoiffl the fingering Univerfe fupport£-\ ( Yes, tfie Worlds Fortune F^/j^/with r % brings, And hopes a t and whofe Fame fuch Wonder fings, A Prop or T o m b might to her Freedom give, AvdrPmptys Fall attend, if not -relieve. This, Friends, the Subject is of our debate', Our Triumphs he,, or Ruine will create : He hazards me, who did m y Father fave, And doe^expofe that Memphis which he gave: W e muft now haften, or prevent his Fate, His Ruine hinder, or precipitate : That isiuflfefe,. abd; this ignoble is I drea^ttjliftfcel/orUnhappinefs •, AnA^r^Fol-mbeleach way offers m e Either much Danger^ or much-Infamy. It is mx«pW't to chafe, yours to advife W h a t you believe io be m o d fafe and wife: Pompcjpbte*&cevndftM*y> tlfflfttefame fhall get, Ctfars fuccefiioi<lr6ublc,or cbrapleat j AndiUcfeeflMajttareHs Fortuflbdid affordnifi So great afSuh)e&::for a Council-Board; i c liun (pnh iR H O TIN US. XVfiiLdthibg^'aSir, axe determin'd by the Sword, Juftice is nothing but an empty word} And he w h o then Affairs wtniId rightly weigh, Muft not his Rba$*J Qxill fcii Power obey : View your o w n ftrength^ let Pompey be furvey'd, Whole Fortune drteops, and Valour is hetray'd ', W h o not from VafabcAAy takes his flight, But from the Hernl® pfrrepnoiich and fight, (Whofe greater part \vere cheaply left a Prey T o the keen,Vri*Uffe of Pl^trfalia) He flies loft Rqw^cdbd every R o m a n now 5 W h o mbft:ia&sU«felt'ithcir Fetters owe. He flics thofirjlfciD^^ho, would chaftife his Guilt, O f all th<£Bfoosl diat. iii tViisr caufe was fpilt. K Their "/ Their Kingdoms n o w of M e n and M o n y void, Their broken Scepters, and their Thrones deftroid: As Author of all Woes, abhor'd by all, He flies the whole World fhatter'd by his Fall. Can you alone refift fo many Foes ? His fafety he did in himfelf Repofe : He falls, and you may yield without a Blufh To fuch a weight as Rome her felf does Crufh; A weight which hath the Univerfe preft down, And the yet greater Pompey overthrown. He that will fave, w h o m Heaven will have wrackt, By too much Juftice may a Guilt contract; And a fidelity fo indifcreet May a fhort Fame, but long Repentance meet : He but a more illuftrious wound will have Which will not fmart the lefs for being brave. D o not for Egypt Thunderbolts provide, But chufe with Fortune and the gods to fide. Believe not they can an injuftice do, But where they favour, pay your Homage too. Whatever rhcy decree, for them declare, And think it impious where they frown to fpare. With Divine Anger Pompey now befet, Comes to involve you too in his defeat. His Head for which both Gods and M e n do call, Already fhakes, and feeks but where to fall : His coming hither an Offence does feem, And fhews his hatred rather than efteem. He would his fafety with your ruine buy, And can you doubt if he defcrve to die > Had he fulfill'd what w e both wiflit and thought, And a victorious Navy hither brought, W e then fhould him a joyful welcom fhew, W h o muft the gods blame for his ufage now. I of his Fortune, nor of him complain, But with regret Act what the gods Ordain, And the fame Ponyard, once for Cafar meant: Shall with a figh to Pompey's Heart be fent. E e Nor |