How gravelye wise was that Senatours counsaile who fearinge leaste Idlenes a foe to Courage Woolde breede unfitt people for warr and travayle advysede nott to rase the walles off Carthage Hee tymelye foresawe the pride of Romayne youth who wantinge the exercyse off forrayne warres Impatient throughe pleasure and pamperinge slouth woulde breake forth at laste to strife and cyvell Jarrs So fares itt ofte in an ydle natione as in a Bodye where humors do abownde For lyke a disease engendreth ambytion which error (oh Rome) did the and thyn confownd When thon woolde no peare, thother no Superioure Raisinge debate, twixte great Pompey and Caesar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ALMS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A WHITE ROSE by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS THE REPLY OF Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS TO A ROMAN 'ROUND-ROBIN' by ALFRED AUSTIN |