Tacitus
Tacitus, thy suffering I comprehend.
For that you suffered, any one of eyes
Can plainly find between your lines, who'll spend,
A little care — a little time. No cries,
He'll hear who so delves for your secret heart.
Mute as Spartan youth with fox at's entrails,
Whose courage conquer'd agony! Whom no start
Of torture, of pain, nor groan, nor yell, nor wails
Of torment's anguished tears and sobs betray'd!
A Roman thou! of Africanus' day!
Born out of your time into despair dismay'd
By what you embruted Caesars saw essay!
Nobly you wrote i' th' calm beauty of despair
That the present of the past might yet beware!
For that you suffered, any one of eyes
Can plainly find between your lines, who'll spend,
A little care — a little time. No cries,
He'll hear who so delves for your secret heart.
Mute as Spartan youth with fox at's entrails,
Whose courage conquer'd agony! Whom no start
Of torture, of pain, nor groan, nor yell, nor wails
Of torment's anguished tears and sobs betray'd!
A Roman thou! of Africanus' day!
Born out of your time into despair dismay'd
By what you embruted Caesars saw essay!
Nobly you wrote i' th' calm beauty of despair
That the present of the past might yet beware!
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