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 28 Long since the Gods, repining at thy stay,

Would court thee,, from earth's pomps away.

For now below men right and wrong confound;

So many wars, such various crimes abound:

No worthy honour to the plough remains;

The fields all-squalid mourn their ravish'd swains;

Straight swords are hammer'd from the crooked share:

Euphrates maddens here, Germania there:

Confed'rate states discordant rise in arms,

All leagues dissolv'd: fell Mars with dire alarms

Raves round the globe; as pouring from the goal

With added speed the rival chariots roll:

Rapt by the steeds the Racer tugs in vain;

Swift flies the car, reluctant to the rein.