Classic Poem

De Regulo — Martial L: 1 Epigram 82

This Tarrace turnd to Rubbedge doth express
The Trophies of some great unhappines
Yet mark with what safe misteries and Charme
It fell that Regulus might take noe harme
Who lately had been walking ther, whose worth
Orecome by: soon, its weaknes it brings forth
And after that its Master was gon in
To tumble doun it thinks it then noe sin
(Regule) after such a scape who dare
Deny but that Thou art to th'Gods a care
For whose sake soe Great Ruines harmless wear.