...bloody Coarfe, and count thofe glorious Wounds. How beautiful is Death, when earn'dbjr Virtue/ Who wou'd not be that Youth ? what Pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our Country .' Why fit's this Sadnefs on your Brows, my Friends > I fhou'd have blufti'd if Cafe's...

...bloody Coarfe, and count thofe glorious Wounds. - - -How beautiful is Death, when^eafn'd by Virtue! Who would not be that Youth? What Pity is it That we can die but Once to ferve our Country! •—Why fits this Sadnefe on your Brows, my Friends? I ftiou'd have blufh'd if...

...The bloody coarfe, and aunt thofe glorious wounds ; Hutu beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once l> ferve tar country ? Alas ! my friends ? , Why mourn you thus ? let not a private lofs Jlfflitt your...

...The bloody coarfe, and count thofc glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Alas, my friends ! Why mourn you thus ! let not a private lofs Afflicr. your hearts....

...? how could we produce before them the body of Marcus, and Cato, his father, crying out, Who wou'd not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country F Why mourn you thus ? let not a private lofs Afflict your hearts : 'tis Rome requires...

...? how could we produce before them the body of Mareus^ and Cato, his father, crying out, Who wou'd not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why mourn you thus ? let not a private lofs Afflict your hearts : 'tis Rome requires...

...The bloody corfe, and count tho fe glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why fits thisfadnefson your brows, myfriends? I ihould have bluih'd if Cato's houfe...

...The bloody corfe, and count thofe glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why f:ts this fadnefs- on your brows, my friends? I fhould have blufh'd if Cato's...

...bloody corfe, and count thofe glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! \Vho would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why fits this fadnefs on your brows, my friends ? I fhould have blufh'd if Cato's...

...The bloody corfe, and count thofe glorious wounds. How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to ferve our country ! Why fits this fadnefs on your brows, my friends? I mould have blufh'd if Cato's...