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Can any brook to see it, any tamely bear-- If any, gamester, epicure, a wanton, he-- Mamurra's own whatever all the curly Gauls Did else inherit, or the lonely Briton isle? Can you look on, look idly, filthy Romulus? 5

Shall he, in o'er-assumption, o'er-repletion he, Sedately saunter every dainty couch along, A bright Adonis, as the snowy dove serene? Can you look on, look idly, filthy Romulus? Look idly, gamester, epicure, a wanton, you. 10

Unique commander, and was only this the plea Detain'd you in that islet angle of the west, To gorge the shrunk seducer irreclaimable With haply twice a million, add a million yet? What else was e'er unhealthy prodigality? 15

The waste? to lust a little? on the belly less? Begin; a glutted hoard paternal; ebb the first. To this, the booty Pontic; add the spoil from out Iberia, known to Tagus' amber ory stream. Not only Gaul, nor only quail the Briton isles. 20

What help a rogue to fondle? is not all his act To swallow monies, empty purses heap on heap? But you--to please him only, shame to Rome, to me! Could you the son, the father, idly ruin all?