Book IX, Epigram 71: In Caecilianum

O times! ô manners! Tully cry'd of old
When Catline his curs'd plot did unfold,
When Caesar and great Pompey took the field,
And civill war with blood the ground did guild.
Why dost thou cry ô times, ô manners now?
What doth displease (Caecilian) what cramps you?
There's not contest of Princes, no swords rage
But peace and gladness all the world asswage
'Tis not our guilt makes the times bad to thee,
'Thy own (Caecilian) force them such to bee.