d widow of libertie.
Yet at this daie this proud exalted _Rome_
Despoil'd, captiu'd, at one mans will doth bende:
Her Empire mine, her life is in my hand,
As Monarch I both world and _Rome_ commaund;
Do all, can all; fourth my commaund'ment cast
Like thundring fire from one to other Pole
Equall to Ioue: bestowing by my worde
Happes and mishappes, as Fortunes King and Lord.
No Towne there is, but vp my Image settes,
But sacrifice to me doth dayly make:
Whither where _Phaebus_ ioyne his morning steedes,
Or where the night them weary entertaines,
Or where the heat the _Garamants_ doth scorche,
Or where the colde from _Boreas_ breast is blowne:
All _Caesar_ do both awe and honor beare,
And crowned Kings his verie name do feare.
_Antonie_ knowes it well, for whom not one
Of all the Princes all this earth do rule,
Armes against me: for all redoubt the power
Which heau'nly powers on earth haue made me beare.
_Antonie_, he poore man with fire enflam'de
A womans beauties kindled in his heart,
Rose against me, who longer could not beare
My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat:
Seing her left while that his leud delights
Her husband with his _Cleopatra_ tooke
In _Alexandrie_, where both nights and daies
Their time they pass'd in nought but loues and plaies.
All _Asias_ forces into one he drewe,
And forth he sett vpon the azur'd waues
A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill'd
With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts,
Made _Neptune_ quake, and all the watrie troupes
Of _Glauques_, and _Tritons_ lodg'd at _Actium_.
But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand
Of him, who causles doth another wrong,
In lesse then moments space redus'd to nought
All that proud power by Sea or land he brought.

_Agr._ Presumptuouse pride of high and hawtie sprite,
Voluptuouse care of fonde and foolish loue,
Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde
(By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand.
Of vs he made no count, but as to play,
So fearles came our forces to assay.
So sometimes fell to Sonnes of Mother Earth,
Which crawl'd to heau'n warre on the Gods to make,
_Olymp_ on _Pelion_, _Ossa_on _Olymp_,
_Pindus_ on _Ossa_ loading by degrees:
That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes they might
On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe:
When mightie _Ioue_ with burning anger chaf'd,
Disbraind with him _Gyges