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Whence Men, a hard Race, sprung.
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (1654)
Arm, arm, bring Arms, the last day bids us go;
Dear Countreymen, let's once more charge the Foe;
Let us renew the Fight, on bravely fall,
We shall not perish unrevenged all.
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (1654)
Fame far out-strips all Mischiefs in her course,
Which grows by Motion, gains, by flying, Force;
Kept under first by Fear, soon after shrouds,
Stalking or Earth, her Head amongst the Clouds.
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (1654)
She all the Goddesses excels.
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (1654)
Each thing by Destiny
So hastens to grow worse, and backward goes;
As one against a stream his Vessel rowes,
Who if by chance his arm a little slack,
The Boat in the swift Chanel hurries back.
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (1654)