Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And yet at last I need to mourn no more, For envy of the Macedonians praise; Since I have equalled all that went before, My deeds in number do exceed my days. Some erst, (whose deeds rest registered by fame,) Did from their conquests glorious titles bring: But greatness to be great must have my name, It's more to be a Caesar than a King. Those warlike nations that did nation's spoil, Are by thy legions now, t'our laws made thrall; What can not virtue do by time and toil, True magnanimity triumphs over all. Th'outrageous Gaules that in most monstrous swarms, Went wasting Asia, thundering down all things; And marching over the Macedonians arms, Did insolently make and unmake kings. Those Gaules that having the world's conqerors foiled, As if the world might not have matched them then, Would sacrilegiously have Delphos spoiled: And warred against the gods, contemning men, Yea those whose ancestors our city burned. The people that the Romans only feared: By me Rome's nursling matched and o'ermatched mourned, So what they first eclipsed again they cleared. Then as to subjects having given decrees, I left the Gaules their rash attempts to rue: And wounding Neptune's bosom with winged trees, The world divided Britain's did subdue. The Germans from their birth enured to war, Whose martial minds still haughty thoughts have bred, Whilst neither men nor walls my course could bar, Masked with my banners saw their Rhine run red, And th'oriental realms amidst of late, My coming and o'ercoming was but one: With little pain so Pompey was called great, That warred with those whose glorious days were gone: But what though thousands set one's praises forth, For fields which shadows and not swords obtained; Yet th'easy rate but vilifies the worth, No glory without labour can be gained. From dangers past my comfort now proceeds, Since all difficulties I did over come: And in few words to comprehend my deeds, Rome conquered all the world, and Caesar Rome. Lo, those that strived your virtue to suppress, And were opposed to all your actions still: Whilst labouring but too much to make you less, Have made you to grow great against your will. Great Pompey's pomp is past, his glory gone, And austere Cato by himself lies killed: Than dastard Cicero more you honours none, Thus all your foes are with confusion filled. The Senators whose wrath could not b'assuaged, Long to your prejudice their power abused, Till at their great ingratitude enraged, I said our swords would grant what they refused. When having scaped, endangered, and despised, That Curio' and I did to your camp resort, In old bare gowns like some base slaves disguised, All sighed to see us wronged in such a sort. Th'inhabitants of heaven that know all hearts, They know my thoughts as pure as are their stars: And that constrained I came from foreign parts, To seem uncivil in the civil wars.
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And yet at laſt I neede to mourne no more, For enuie of the Macedonians praiſe; Since I haue equalld all that went before, My deedes in number doe exceede my dayes. Some earſt, (whoſe deedes reſt regiſtred by fame,) Did from their conqueſts glorious titles bring: But greatnes to be great muſt haue my name, It's more to be a Caeſar than a King. Thoſe warlike nations that did nations ſpoile, Are by thy legions now, t'our laws made thrall; What can not vertue doe by time and toile, True magnanimitie triumphs ouer all. Th'outragious Gaules that in moſt monſtrous ſwarmes, Went waſting Aſia, thundring downe all things; And marching ouer the Macedonians armes, Did inſolently make and vnmake kings. Thoſe Gaules that hauing the worlds conq'rors foild, As if the world might not haue matcht them then, Would ſacrilegiouſly haue Delphos ſpoild: And warrd againſt the gods, contemning men, Yea thoſe whoſe aunceſtors our cittie burn'd. The people that the Romans onely fear'd: By me Romes nurſling matcht and orematchtmurn'd, So what they firſt eclipſd againe they clear'd. Then as to ſubiects hauing giuen decrees, I left the Gaules their raſh attempts to rue: And wounding Neptunes boſome with wing'd trees, The world diuided Britaines did ſubdue. The Germans from their birth inurde to warre, Whoſe martiall minds ſtill haughty thoughts haue bred, Whilſt neither men nor walls my courſe could barre, Mask'd with my banners ſaw their Rhene runne red, And th'orientall realmes amidſt of late, My comming and orecomming was but one: With little paine ſo Pompey was calld great, That warrd with thoſe whoſe glorious daies were gone: But what though thouſands ſetones praiſes forth, For fields which ſhadowes and not ſwords obtaind; Yet th'eaſie rate but vilifies the worth, No glorie without labour can be gain'd. From dangers paſt my comfort now proceedes, Since all difficulties I did ore come: And in few wordes to comprehend my deedes, Rome conquerd all the world, and Caeſar Rome. Loe, thoſe that ſtriu'de your vertue to ſuppreſſe, And were oppoſde to all your actions ſtill: Whilſt labouring but too much to make you leſſe, Haue made you to grow great againſt your will. Great Pompeys pomp is paſt, his glorie gone, And auſtere Cato by himſelfe lies killd: Than daſtard Cicero more you honors none, Thus all your foes are with confuſion filld. The Senatours whoſe wrath could not b'affwag'd, Long to your preiudice their powre abuſde, Till at their great ingratitude enrag'd, I ſaide our ſwordes would graunt what they refuſde. When hauing ſcap'd, endanger'd, and deſpiſde, That Curio' and I did to your campe reſort, In olde bare gownes like ſome baſe ſlaues diſguiſde, All ſigh'd to ſee vs wrongd in ſuch a ſort. Th'inhabitants of heauen that know all harts, They know my thoughts as pure as are their ſtarres: And that conſtrainde I came from forraigne parts, To ſeeme vnciuill in the ciuill warres.