nquire of him how doth lye,And how I am frighted by the enemy.Or if their shafts are dipt in Serpentsgall,Or if that men for sacrifices fall.Or that Pontus with cold be frozen over,And that Ice many leagues of it doth cov.Thn aske how I am esteem'd, and how IDoe spend the time here in hard misery.I am not hated, nor deserve to be,My mind is not chang'd by adversity.My mind enjoyes her owne tranquility,Which hath beene praised heretofore by thee,And thy speech retaines that old modestyWhich was wont usuall in it to be.Such I was, and am where the enemy,Gives to the sword the lawes validity,So that Graecinus for many yeares none canComplaine of us, not woman, child, nor man.This makes the so kind to be,Because the Country doth thinke well of me ISome wish I were gone, since I it desire,But for their owne sakes wish I may stay here.Besides some publicke decrees extant be,That doe give praise and priviledge to me▪And the Townes round about doe honour me,Though glory doth not suite with misery.Nor is my piety unknowne in this Land,The Caesars pictures in my house doe stand.His Sonnes Image and wives, there placed be,Equall to god-like Caesar in Majesty.And to make up his family, on each hand,His Nephewes by Father, and Mother side stand.To these I pray and oer sacrifice,When the day breaketh from the Easterne skies.0