Venus of Paphos, bent to worke vs harme
For olde Iulus broode, if thou take care
Of Cæsar, why of vs tak’st thou no care?
Antonie did descend, as well as he,
From thine own Sonne by long enchained line:
And might haue rul’d by one and self same fate,
True Troian bloud, the statelie Romain state.
Antonie, poore Antonie, my deare soule,
Now but a blocke, the bootie of a tombe,
Thy life, thy heate is lost, thy coullor gone,