Song + 

VI + 

Nero’s Infamy + 

We know what mischief dire he wrought⁠— + 

Rome fired, the Fathers slain⁠— + 

Whose hand with brother’s slaughter wet + 

A mother’s blood did stain. + 

No pitying tear his cheek bedewed, + 

As on the corse he gazed; + 

That mother’s beauty, once so fair, + 

A critic’s voice appraised. + 

Yet far and wide, from East to West, + 

His sway the nations own; + 

And scorching South and icy North + 

Obey his will alone. + 

Did, then, high power a curb impose + 

On Nero’s frenzied will? + 

Ah, woe when to the evil heart + 

Is joined the sword to kill! + 