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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
xxxvi.
On Fortune's neck: we sat as God by God:
The Nilus would have risen before his time
And flooded at our nod.
xxxvii.
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.
My Hercules, my Roman Antony,
My mailed Bacchus leapt into my arms,
Contented there to die!
xxxix.
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!"