MART. EPI. XLIII. LIB. I. <br /> <br />Conjugis audisset fatum cum Portia Bruti, <br /> Et substracta sibi quaereret arma dolor, <br />Nondum scitis, ait, mortem non posse negari, <br /> Credideram satis hoc vos docuisse patrem. <br />Dixit, et ardentes avido bibit ore favillas. <br /> I nunc, et ferrum turba molesta nega. <br /> <br /> IN ENGLISH. <br /> <br />When Portia her dear lord's sad fate did hear, <br />And noble grief sought arms were hid from her: <br />Know you not yet no hinderance of death is, <br />Cato, I thought, enough had taught you this, <br />So said, her thirsty lips drink flaming coales: <br />Go now, deny me steel, officious fools!<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mart-epi-xliii-lib-i/
