Chapter 12 XII THE DIVINITY THAT DOTH HEDGE A KING

But ah! Maecenas is yclad in claye,

And great Augustus long ygoe is dead,

And all the worthies liggen wrapt in lead,

That matter made for poets on to playe.+

[188] MARCUS AURELIUS who, though he had little relish for them himself, had ever been willing to humour the taste of his people for magnificent spectacles, was received back to Ro