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 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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