4. [Incerti.]

Base man! and couldst thou think Cato alone Wants courage to be dry? and but him, none? Look'd I so soft? breath'd I such base desires, Not proof against this Lybic sun's weak fires? That shame and plague on thee more justly lie! To drink alone, when all our troops are dry.

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For with brave rage he flung it on the sand, And the spilt draught suffic'd each thirsty band