With careless action, where my reason fumbled
And groped in the dusk. I say, if all the books
I have ever read or writ, could make one man
Like Burrus, with so natural a touch,
And such godlike directness, none would doubt
Of our philosophy.
Luc.But now he’s gone.
Sen. There’s none like Burrus.
Lat.Lo, my lord, I am one
To dare what Burrus never dared.