Cave of Poverty, The - Part 116

Fabritius speaks thy Merit, Thou his Fame;
Whom Royal Promises, nor Samnite Gold,
Could e'er corrupt, to blast his glorious Name,
Or hated League with foul Dishonour hold:
Tho' sunk in State beneath Patrician sort,
His Virtue could his Dignity support.
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