Author Richard Lovelace The hand of sacred Cato, bad to tearHis breast, did start, and the made wound forbear;Then to the gash he said with angry brow:And is there ought great Cato cannot do? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments