Joseph Addison

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?

My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.

My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!

'Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius,--
We'll deserve it.

'Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius,--
We'll deserve it.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.

On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait,
And from your judgment must expect my fate.