Chapter LVIII

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Rome, torn by civil feuds and anarchy,
Could not endure a traitor on her heart--
For ready Faction, with her argus eye,
Was ever watchful when to play her part;
And Freedom, with a nightmare on her breast,
But show'd she liv'd by groaning when opprest;
And even Cato's energy to save,
Preserved her, but awhile, to sink upon her grave.