Must Britain stand, a borrow’d blood for Brute.
4.
When prosperous haps and long-continuing bliss
Have pass’d the ripeness of their budding growth,
They fall and foulter like the mellow fruit,
Surcharg’d with burden of their own excess:
So fortune, wearied with our often wars,
Is forc’d to faint and leave us to our fates.
If men have minds presaging ought their harms,
If ever heavy heart foreween her woe,