Scheda ~ Գծեը ~ ❁ ~ Պդրամ ~ Conto

A sense of worth, a conscience of desert,
A high, unbroken haughtiness of heart:
That self-same stuff which erst proud empires sway'd,
Of which the conquerers of the world were made.

Capricious fate of man! that very pride
In Afric scourg'd, in Rome was deify'd.
No Muse, O * Quashi! shall thy deeds relate,
No statue snatch thee from oblivious fate!

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