SOON as the Plains are ravish'd from my Sight,
New diff'rent Prospects equally delight;
Where PEMBROKE's Turrets charm my gazing Eyes,
And awful Statues solemnly surprize:
Bards, Sages, Heroes, Patriots, Princes stand,
A mixt, majestic, venerable Band!
Here mighty HOMER, PHOEBUS' eldest Son,
Or sings, or seems to sing, in breathing Stone.
See Martial PHOCION silently persuade,
And smooth tongu'd CICERO, in  plead:
Here shines great POMPEY, greater JULIUS there,
With daring BRUTUS, honestly severe:
and  in his Soul contend;
Forgive him, CAESAR, if he wrong'd his Friend!
Tho' BRUTUS' Dagger pierc'd thy Bosom thro',
'Twas  not  struck the Blow.
Unhappy BRUTUS, destin'd to withstand
Thy Friend's Ambition with a fatal Hand!
Unhappy CAESAR, whose Ambition mov'd
That fatal Hand, to murder whom it lov'd!
Hadst thou, like  MONARCH, strove to save
Expiring Nations, not the World enslave;
Thy Laurels then had still unblasted stood,
Nor BRUTUS e'er been stain'd with CAESAR's Blood.