Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw read more

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as read more

Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.