The Four Elevients. 113
So did that Roman, far more flout then wife,
Bur'ing himfelf alive for honours prize/
And fince fair Italy full fadly knowes
What file hath lofh by thefe remed'lefs"' woes."
Again what veins of poyfon in me l3^e,
Some kill outright, and fome do ftupifye:
Nay into herbs and plants it fometimes creeps,
In heats & colds & gripes & drowzy fleeps;
Thus I occalion death to man and beaft
When food they feek, & harm miftruft the leaft.
Much might I fay of the hot Libian fand" [14]
Which rife like tumbling^ Billows on the Land^
Wherein Caiubyfes Annie was o'rethrown
(but windy Sifter, 'twas when 3'ou have blown)
I'le fay no more, but this thing add I muft
Remember Sons, your mould is of my duft
And after death whether interr'd or burn'd
As Earth at firft fo into Earth return'd.
i This and the preceding line were not in the first edition. '« my dreadfull. « After this we find in the first edition, —
And Rome, her Ciirfiiis, can't forget I think; Who bravely rode into my yawning chinke. Again, what veines of poyfon in me lye ; As Stibium and unfixt Mercury : With divers moe, nay, into plants it creeps ; In hot, and cold, and fome benums with fieeps,
o the Arabian fands; P mighty. ? lands:
r Wherein whole Armies I have overthrown ;
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