Author Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea Though Caesar falling, shew'd no sign of fear, Yett Brutus, when thou did'st appear, When thy false hand, against him came, He vail'd his face, to hide that shame, Which did on the mistake attend Of having own'd thee, for his Freind. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments