And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart,
Whose steady arm, by awful virtue urged,
Lifted the Roman steel against thy friend.
Thousands besides the tribute of a verse
Demand; but who can count the stars of heaven?
Who sing their influence on this lower world?
‘Behold, who yonder comes! in sober state,
Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun;
’Tis Phœbus’ self, or else the Mantuan swain!
Great Homer too appears, of daring wing,