Of tyrants, and becometh a Marcellus 624 Each peasant churl who plays the partisan! My Florence! well mayst thou contented be 625 With this digression, which concerns thee not, Thanks to thy people who such forethought take! Many at heart have justice, but shoot slowly, That unadvised they come not to the bow, But on their very lips thy people have it! Many refuse to bear the common burden; But thy solicitous people answereth Without being asked, and crieth: “I submit.” Now be thou joyful, for thou hast good reason; Thou affluent, thou in peace, thou full of wisdom! If I speak true, the event conceals it not. Athens and Lacedaemon, they who made The ancient laws, and were so civilized, Made towards living well a little sign Compared with thee, who makest such fine-spun Provisions, that to middle of November Reaches not what thou in October spinnest. How oft, within the time of thy remembrance, Laws, money, offices, and usages