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 "The man, my lover, with whom I rode sublime On Fortune's neck: we sat as God by God: The Nilus would have risen before his time And flooded at our nod.

"What nights we had in Egypt! I could hit His humours while I cross'd them: O the life I led him, and the dalliance and the wit, The flattery and the strife,

"And the wild kiss, when fresh from war's alarms, My Hercules, my Roman Antony, My mailed Bacchus leapt into my arms, Contented there to die!

"And there he died; and when I heard my name Sigh'd forth with life I had no further fear: O what a little worm stole Cæsar's fame! What else was left? look here!"