But loe, it sunke, which time did long vphold,
Where now it lies euen leueld with the mould.
48.
Thus thou, great Rome, here first wast ouerthrowne
Thy future harmes that blindly couldst not se,
And in this worke they only were thine owne,
Whose knowledge lent that deadly wound to thee,
Which to the world before had they not showne,
Nere had those secrets been descri’d by mee,
Nor by thy wealth so many from the plow