No More Learning

The people join their o_n with his desire; And all my conduct, as their king, require
But the chill blood that creeps within my veins, A_ad age, and           limbs unfit for pains,
And a soul conscious of its own decay,
Have forc'd me to refuse unper_al sway
_Jy Pallas were more fit to mount the throne, And should, but he's a Sabine mother's son,
And half a native: but, in you, combine
A manly vigor, and a foreign line.