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xxxvi.

"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.

xxxvii.

"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,

xxxviii.

"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!

xxxix.

"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!"