Should pierce, had I the pow’r, that barb’rous heart.
For thee, dear Anthony, live ever blest,
No hostile vows from me thy peace molest.
May Rome behold thee, is my warmest pray’r,
Augustus’ rank and the world’s empire share:
While I descending to the realms beneath,
Not even the pang of one remorse bequeath.
New-York, June 26, 1796.
“An Epistle from Octavia to Anthony” (p. [8], 16):
The French original may be Nicolas Renouard, “Epitre (or Lettre) d’Octavie a Marc-Antoine”.