Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.