Him whom the Deities themselves obey?
Sixty long years I’ve lived without disgrace
A Roman knight!—let dignity give place;
I’m Cæsar’s actor now, and compass more
In one short hour than all my life before.
O Fortune! fickle source of good and ill,
If here to place me was thy sovereign will,
Why, when I’d youth and faculties to please
So great a master, and such guests as these,
Why not compel me then, malicious power,