Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
For while her idle impes doe bath in blisse,
They count her giftes and pleasures all good hap,
But if at last shee frowne (as custome is)
And let them slip agayne beside her lap,
They then confesse her baytes did boad some trap:
As I haue prou’d, what Fortune giues to men,
For pleasure eache, shee bringes displeasures ten.
6.
_Augustus_ great that good _Octauius_ hight,
The Emprour which in peace did rule so long,
In whose good raigne was borne the Lord of light
Nam’d _Iesus Christ_, in powre and workes so strong,
Whom in my dayes the _Iewes_ opprest with wrong,
Of which good _Christ_ anone I haue to tell:
But of _Augustus_ first, and after how I fell.[905]
7.
This noble Emprour did my mother wed,
Which _Liuia_ hight, a fayre and noble dame,
His daughter _Iulia_ I likewise did bed,
And put away my wife of better fame,
_Agrippa_, great with child, the more my blame:
I was through this and th’ Emprisse _Liuia’s_ skill,
Adopted Emprour by _Augustus_ will.
8.
When hee was dead, then I _Tiberius_ raynde,
Adopted thus, and for my noble acts,
I was (perdy) to warre[906] and peace well traynde,
Th’_Illyrians_ must confesse my famous facts,
In three yeares space my powre their pride subacts:
On them and _Germaynes_ triompht neare and farre,
Saue _Punike_ fight the greatest _Romayne_ warre.
9.
Now (for it was my hap a victoure soe
To _Rome_ returne a yeare before his end)
Throughout the world the fame of mee did goe,
The _Romaynes_ all to fauour mee did bend.
To them _Augustus_ did my warres commend,
Adopted mee, and (as I sayd) for this,
The _Romaynes_ bold and hee enbraued mee with blisse.[907]
10.
So when I had obtayned my desire,
Who then but _Cæsar_ I did rule alone,
By nature proude presuming to aspire,
Desembling that which afterwarde was knowne:
For when the fathers minde to me was showne,
Of their electing mine Emperiall place,
I seemde to stay, refusing it a space.
11.
And thus to proue my friendes before I did,
And eke to heare what euery one would say,
Which was the cause why some I after rid,
The best perdy[908] I made as foes away,
By slaughter so I thought my throne to stay,
But farre besides that I purposde it fell,[909]
As time doth trye the fruite of thinges full well.
12.
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