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