Of Cato

The world orecome, victorious Caesar, he
That conquer'd all, great Cato, could not thee.

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ITEM.

Ictu non potuit primo Cato solvere vitam;
  Defecit tanto vulnere victa manus:
Altius inseruit digitos, qua spiritus ingens
  Exiret, magnum dextera fecit iter.
Opposuit fortuna moram, involvitque, Catonis
  Scires ut ferro plus valuisse manum.

ANOTHER.

One stabbe could not fierce Cato's<98.1> life unty;
Onely his hand of all that wound did dy.
Deeper his fingers tear to make a way
Open, through which his mighty soul might stray.
Fortune made this delay to let us know,
That Cato's hand more then his sword could do.

<98.1> Cato of Utica.

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ITEM.

Jussa manus sacri pectus violare Catonis
  Haesit, et inceptum victa reliquit opus.
Ille ait, infesto contra sua vulnera vultu:
  Estne aliquid, magnus quod Cato non potuit?

ANOTHER.

The hand of sacred Cato, bad to tear
His breast, did start, and the made wound forbear;
Then to the gash he said with angry brow:
And is there ought great Cato cannot do?

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