Recal those times, those actions, that applause,
That join’d the senate people in thy cause,
When Rome in Cæsar’s friend beheld him live,
And emulation all his worth revive.
Then judge, unhappy, of thy heart’s estate,
Thyself avenging Brutus’ hapless fate;
Betray’d by female arts to boast a flame,
That leads to thy misfortune and thy shame;
’Tis she that stifles all the warrior’s glow,
And tears the fading laurel from thy brow.