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...? how could we produce before them the body of Mareus^ and Cato, his father, crying out, Who wou'd not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why mourn you thus ? let not a private lofs Afflict your hearts : 'tis Rome...

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...Full in my fight, tliat I may view at leiiure The bloody corfe, and count thofe glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would...that youth.? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why fits this fadnefs on your brows, my friends ? I mould have blulh'd if Cato's...

...bloody corfe, and count thofe glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! \Vho would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why fits this fadnefs on your brows, my friends ? I fhould have blufh'd if Cato's...

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