Pleasant dialogues and dramma's, selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. With sundry emblems extracted from the most elegant Iacobus Catsius. As also certaine elegies, epitaphs, and epithalamions or nuptiall songs; anagrams and acrosticks; with divers speeches (upon severall occasions) spoken to their most excellent Majesties, King Charles, and Queene Mary. With other fancies translated from Beza, Bucanan, and sundry Italian poets. By Thomas Heywood

Ex Mario Molsa. Of the City Rome being late wasted by the Germanes.

Flagrati cineres si nunc Catilina videret, Imperij & Latium consenuisse decus.

Th' Empires burnt ashes didst thou now behold O Catiline, and her glory waxt so old, The Capitoll, and high Tarpeian spires,

Couldst thou but view defac't by forraigne fires, Now coverd in long ruines, thou wouldst run, And loudly cry, This by the gods was done. For amongst mortall men, what's he once durst Doe this to Rome, which I had menac't first? O how much better had it beene that I Had beene the cause of all thy misery! Whil'st buried Rome from darknes thou dost strive To raise (O Blondus) and keepe still alive Dead Romulus and Remus: by thy wit, They a rude City did erect, but it Thy labour hath re-built, making it shine So to the world, tis almost held divine. And though the barbarous Foe it overthrew, Thy lasting verse, hath still repaird it new. A Tombe to thee, triumphant Rome did give, That it to thee, and thou to it maist live.