FROM mighty Cæsar, and his boundless grace, Tho' Brutus once, at least, his life receiv'd, Such obligations, tho' so high believ'd, Are yet but slight in such a case. Where friendship so possesses all the place, There is no room for gratitude, since he, Who so obliges, is more pleas'd than his sav'd friend can be. ... From such a friendship unprovok'd to fall Is horrid, yet I wish the fact were all, Which does with too much cause ungrateful Brutus call. ... He whom thus Brutus doom'd to bleed, Did, setting his own race aside, Nothing less for him provide, Than in the world's great empire to succeed; Which we are bound in justice to allow Is all-sufficient proof to show That Brutus did not strike for his own sake: And if, alas, he fail'd, 'twas only by mistake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER EVENING HYMN by REGINALD HEBER THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS HAWTHORNE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS |