Classic Poem

1

See how Victorious Caesar's Pride
Does Neptune's Bosom sweep!
And with Thessalian Fortune ride
In Triumph o're the Deep.

2

What Rival of the Gods is this
Who dare's do more then they?
Whose Feet the Fates themselves do kiss,
And Sea and Land obey.

1

What can the Fortunate withstand?
For this resistless He,
Rivers of Blood brings on the Land,
And Bulwarks on the Sea.

2

Since Gods as well as Men submit,
And Caesar's favour woe,
Virtue her self may think it fit
That Egypt court him too.

1

But Pompey's Head's a rate too dear,
For by that impious price
The God less Noble will appear
Than do's the Sacrifice.

2

If Justice be a thing divine,
The Gods should it maintain;
For us t'attempt what they decline,
Would be as rash as vain.

Chorus

How desperate is our Prince's Fate?
What hazzard does he run?
He must be wicked to be great,
Or to be just, undone.