I ought to warn thee, long thou wilt not live:
I speak as wife, I speak as Roman too,
Rome daily loses her respect for you;
The child, she says, that own’d my fost’ring care,
Thus with a foreigner his life to share,
And give the sun to see amidst our arms
A stranger Queen display her haughty charms;
Our veteran’s to her dastard courts confin’d,
Our standards wave, to love-devices join’d;
Shall these dishonours vile be calmly borne,