Curis tabescimus omnes
If griping greifes, have harbour in thie breste,
And pininge cares, laie seige unto the same,
Or straunge conceiptes, doe reave thee of thie rest,
And daie, and nighte, do bringe thee out of frame:
Then choose a freinde, and doe his counsaile crave,
Least secret sighes, doe bringe untimelie grave.
Continuall care, did PLINIES harte possesse,
To knowe what causde VESEVUS hill to flame,
And ceased not, now this, nowe that, to gesse:
Yet, when hee coulde not comprehende the same,
Suche was his fate, pursuing his desier,
He headlonge fell into the flaming fier.