CHORUSES IN MARCUS BRUTU CHORUS I. DARK is the maze poor mortals tread; Wisdom itself a guide will need: We little thought, when Cæfar bled, II. With fair pretence of foreign force, III. That Julius, with ambitious thoughts, IV. Late we repent our hafty choice, Better that we a while had borne III. Ev'n * See the first and second chorufes, in the poems of Mr. Pope. Ev'n all thofe ills which most displease, 0 CHORUS IV. UR vows thus chearfully we fing, While martial mufic fires our blood; Let all the neighbouring echoes ring With clamours for our country's good: May Rome be freed from war's alarms, May the beware of foreign arms, And fend them back with noble fcorn: And, for reward, &c. May the no more confide in friends, Who nothing farther understood, Than only, for their private ends, To waste her wealth, and spill her blood : And, for reward, &c. Our fenators, great Jove, restrain From private piques, they prudence call; From the low thoughts of little gain, And hazarding the lofing all : And, for reward, &c. The fhining arms with haste prepare, And, for reward, &c. They fight, oppreffion to increase, When freedom is the noble caufe : And, for reward, of the just gods we claim CON CONTENTS 25 26 32, |