Oh wondrous pair! whom equal virtues crown ; Oh worthy of each other's vaft renown! None but TURENNE with YORK could glory share, And reap the foft rewards of glorious toil, At fea, that bloody scene of boundless rage, For his own fame howe'er he fought before, more. In those black times, when faction raging high, With YORK they fled; but not deprest his mind ; They rais'd their hearts, and never doubted more ON THE DE IT Y. W Ret Retched mankind! void both of strength and Dextrous at nothing but at doing ill! [skill! In merit humble, in pretenfion high; Among them none, alas! more weak than I ; But zealous heat exalts the humblest mind; Yet fuch the fubjects, various, and fo high! R But on that theme which ev'n the wife abuse, So facred, fo fublime, and fo abftrufe, Abruptly to break off, wants no excufe. While others vainly ftrive to know thee more, Wishing that human pow'r were higher rais'd, THE END. } THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR, ALTERED: WITH A PROLOGUE AND CHORUS; BY HIS GRACE JOHN DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. |