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Can any brook to see it, any tamely bear—

If any, gamester, epicure, a wanton, he—

Mamurra's own whatever all the curly Gauls

Did else inherit, or the lonely Briton isle?

Can you look on, look idly, filthy Romulus?

Shall he, in o'er-assumption, o'er-repletion he,

Sedately saunter every dainty couch along,

A bright Adonis, as the snowy dove serene?

Can you look on, look idly, filthy Romulus?

Look idly, gamester, epicure, a wanton, you.

Unique commander, and was only this the plea

Detain'd you in that islet angle of the west,

To gorge the shrunk seducer irreclaimable

With haply twice a million, add a million yet?

What else was e'er unhealthy prodigality?

The waste? to lust a little? on the belly less?

Begin; a glutted hoard paternal; ebb the first.

To this, the booty Pontic; add the spoil from out

Iberia, known to Tagus' amber ory stream.

Not only Gaul, nor only quail the Briton isles.

What help a rogue to fondle? is not all his act

To swallow monies, empty purses heap on heap?

But you—to please him only, shame to Rome, to me!

Could you the son, the father, idly ruin all?