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"Tis what I want, and 'tis a pen'orth too;
In many years I will not trouble you."
If you complain you have no ready coin;
No matter, 'tis but writing of a line,
A little bill, not to be paid at sight;
Now curse the time when thou wert taught to write.
She keeps her birth-day; you must send the cheer;
And she 'll be born a hundred times a year.
With daily lies she dribs thee into cost;
That car-ring dropt a stone, that ring is lost.
They often borrow what they never pay;
Whate'er you lend her, think it thrown away.
Had I ten mouths and tougues to tell each art,
All would be wearied ere I told a part.

By letters, not by words, thy love begin;
And ford the dangerous passage with thy pen.
If to her heart thou aim'st to find the way,
Extremely flatter, and extremely pray.
Priam by prayers did Hector's body gain;
Nor is an angry god invok'd in vain.
With promis'd gifts her easy mind bewitch;
For ev'n the poor in promise may be rich.
Vain hopes awhile her appetite will stay;
'Tis a deceitful, but commodious way.
Who gives is mad; but make her still believe
"Twill come, and that's the cheapest way to give.
Ev'n barren lands fair promises afford;
But the lean harvest cheats the starving lord.
Buy not thy first enjoyment, lest it prove
Of bad example to thy future love:
But get it gratis; and she 'll give thee more,
For fear of losing what she gave before.
The losing gamester shakes the box in vain,
And bleeds, and loses on, in hopes to gain.

Write then, and in thy letter, as I said,
Let her with mighty promises be fed.
Cydippe by a letter was betray'd,
Writ on an apple to th' unwary maid.
She read herself into a marriage-vow
(And every cheat in love the gods allow).
Learn eloquence, ye noble youth of Rome;
It will not only at the bar o'ercome:
Sweet words the people and the senate move;
But the chief end of cloquence is love.
But in thy letter hide thy moving arts;
Affect not to be thought a man of parts.
None but vain fools to simple women preach:
A learned letter oft has made a breach.
In a familiar style your thoughts convey,
And write such things as present you would say;
Such words as from the heart may seem to move:
'Tis wit enough, to make her think you love.
If seal'd she sends it back, and will not read,
Yet hope, in time, the business may succeed.
In time the steer will to the yoke submit;
In time the restiff horse will bear the bit.
Ev'n the hard plough-share use will wear away;
And stubborn steel in length of time decay.
Water is soft, and marble hard; and yet
We see soft water through hard marble eat.
Though late, yet Troy at length in flames expir'd;
And ten years more Penelope had tir'd.
Perhaps thy lines unanswer'd she retain'd;
No matter; there's a point already gain'd :
For she, who reads, in time will answer too;
Things must be left by just degrees to grow.
Perhaps she writes, but answers with disdain,
And sharply bids you not to write again :
What she requires, she fears you should accord;
The jilt would not be taken at her word.

Meantime, if she be carried in her chair,
Approach, but do not seem to know she's there.
Speak softly to delude the standers-by;
Or, if aloud, then speak ambiguously.
If sauntering in the portico she walk,
Move slowly too; for that's a time for talk:
And sometimes follow, sometimes be her guide:
But, when the crowd permits, go side by side.
Nor in the play-house let her sit alone:
For she 's the play-house and the play in one.
There thou may'st ogle, or by signs advance
Thy suit, and seem to touch her hand by chance.
Admire the dancer who her liking gains,
And pity in the play the lover's pains;
For her sweet sake the loss of time despise;
Sit while she sits, and when she rises rise.
But dress not like a fop, nor curl your hair,
Nor with a punice make your body bare.
Leave those effeminate and useless toys
To eunuchs, who can give no solid joys.
Neglect becomes a man: this Theseus found:
Uncurl'd, uncomb'd, the nymph his wishes crown'd.
The rough Hippolytus was Phædra's care:
And Venus thought the rude Adonis fair.
Be not too finical; but yet be clean :

And wear well-fashion'd clothes, like other men.
Let not your teeth be yellow, or be foul;
Nor in wide shoes your feet too loosely roll.
Of a black muzzle, and long beard, beware;
And let a skilful barber cut your hair.
Your nails be pick'd from filth, and even par'd;
Nor let your nasty nostrils bud with beard.
Cure your unsavory breath, gargle your threat;
And free your armpits from the ram and goat.
Dress not, in short, too little or too much;
And be not wholly French, nor wholly Dutch.
Now Bacchus calls me to his jolly rites:
Who would not follow, when a god invites ?
He helps the poet, and his pen inspires,
Kind and indulgent to his former fires.

Fair Ariadne wander'd on the shore,
Forsaken now; and Theseus lov'd no more:
Loose was her gown, dishevell'd was her hair;
Her bosom naked, and her feet were bare :
Exclaiming, on the water's brink she stood;
Her briny tears augment the briny flood.
She shriek'd, and wept, and both became her face:
No posture could that heavenly form disgrace.
She beat her breast: "The traitor's gone," said
she;

"What shall become of poor forsaken me?
What shall become"-she had not time for more,
The sounding cymbais rattled on the shore.
She swoons for fear, she falls upon the ground;
No vital heat was in her body found.
The Minallonian dames about her stood;
Aud scudding Satyrs ran before their god.
Silenus on his ass did next appear,

[sire.

And held upon the mane (the god was clear);
The drunken sire pursues, the dames retire;
Sometimes the drunken dames pursue the drunken.
At last he topples over on the plain;
The Satyrs laugh, and bid him rise again.
And now the god of wine came driving on,
High on his chariot by swift tigers drawn.
Her colour, voice, and sense, forsook the fair;
Thrice did her trembling feet for flight prepare,
And thrice affrighted did her flight forbear.
She shook, like leaves of corn when tempests blow,
Or slender reeds that in the marshes grow.

To whom the god: "Compose thy fearful mind;
In me a truer husband thou shalt find.
With Heaven I will endow thee, and thy star
Shall with propitious light be seen afar,
And guide on seas the doubtful mariner.”
He said, and, from his chariot leaping light,
Lest the grim tigers should the nymph affright,
His brawny arms around her waist he threw
(For gods, whate'er they will, with ease can do)
And swiftly bore her thence: th' attending throng
Shout at the sight, and sing the nuptial song.
Now in full bowls her sorrow she may steep:
The bridegroom's liquor lays the bride asleep.

But thou, when flowing cups in triumph ride,
And the lov'd nymph is seated by thy side;
Javoke the god, and all the mighty powers,
That wine may not defraud thy genial hours.
Then in ambiguous words thy suit prefer,
Which she may know were all addrest to her.
In liquid purple letters write her name,
Which she may read, and reading find the flame.
Then may your eyes confess your mutual fires
(For eyes have tongues, and glances tell desires).
Whene'er she drinks, be first to take the cup;
And, where she laid her lips, the blessing sup.
When she to carving does her hand advance,
Put out thy own, and touch it as by chance.
Thy service ev'n her husband must attend
(A husband is a most convenient friend).
Seat the fool cuckold in the highest place:
And with thy garland his dull temples grace.
Whether below or equal in degree,
Let him be lord of all the company,
And what he says, be seconded by thee.
'Tis common to deceive through friendship's

· name:

But, common though it be, 'tis still to blame :
Thus factors frequently their trust betray,
And to themselves their masters' gains convey.
Drink to a certain pitch, and then give o'er;
Thy tongue and fect may stumble, drinking more.
Of drunken quarrels in her sight beware;
Pot-valour only serves to fright the fair.
Eurytion justly fell, by wine opprest,
For his rude riot at a wedding-feast.

Sing, if you have a voice; and show your parts
In dancing, if endued with dancing arts.
Do any thing within your power to please;
Nay, ev'n affect a seeming drunkenness;
Chip every word; and if by chance you speak
Too home, or if too broad a jest you break,
In your excuse the company will join,
And lay the fault upon the force of wine.
True drunkenness is subject to offend;
But when 'tis feign'd 'tis oft a lover's friend.
Then safely may you praise her beauteous face,
And call him happy, who is in her grace.
Her husband thinks himself the man design'd;
But curse the cuckold in your secret mind.
When all are risen, and prepare to go,
Mix with the croud, and tread upon her toe.
This is the proper time to make thy court;
For now she's in the vein, and fit for sport.
Lay bashfulness, that rustic virtue, by;
To manly confidence thy thoughts apply.
On Fortune's foretop timely fix thy hold;
Now speak and speed, for Venus loves the bold.
No rules of rhetoric here I need afford:
Only begin, and trust the following word;
It will be witty of its own accord.

Act well the lover; let thy speech abound In dying words, that represent thy wound: Distrust not her belief; she will be mov'd; All women think they merit to be lov'd.

Sometimes a man begins to love in jest, And, after, feels the torment he profest. For your own sakes be pitiful, ye fair; For a feign'd passion may a true prepare. By flatteries we prevail on womankind; As hollow banks by streams are undermin'd. Tell her, her face is fair, her eyes are sweet: Her taper fingers praise, and little feet. Such praises ev'n the chaste are pleas'd to hear; Both maids and matrons hold their beauty dear.

Once naked Pallas with Jove's queen appear'd ;' And still they grieve that Venus was preferr'd. Praise the proud peacock, and he spreads his train: Be silent, and he pulls it in again. Pleas'd is the courser in his rapid race; Applaud his running, and he mends his pace. But largely promise, and devoutly swear; And, if need be, call every god to hear. Jove sits above, forgiving with a smile The perjuries that easy maids beguile. He swore to Juno by the Stygian lake: Forsworn, he dares not an example make, Or punish falsehood for his own dear sake. 'Tis for our interest that the gods should be; Let us believe them: I believe, they see, And both reward and punish equally. Not that they live above, like lazy drones, Or kings below, supine upon their thrones. Lead then your lives as present in their sight; Be just in dealings, and defend the right; By fraud betray not, nor oppress by might. But 'tis a venial sin to cheat the fair; All men have liberty of conscience there. On cheating nymphs a cheat is well design'd; 'Tis a profane and a deceitful kind.

'Tis said, that Egypt for nine years was dry, Nor Nile did floods, nor Heaven did rain supply. A foreigner at length inform'd the king, [bring. That slaughter'd guests would kindly moisture The king reply'd: "On thee the lot shall fall; Be thou, my guest, the sacrifice for all." Thus Phalaris Perillus taught to low, And made him season first the brazen cow. A rightful doom, the laws of Nature cry, 'Tis the artificers of death should die. Thus justly women suffer by deceit; Their practice authorises us to cheat. Beg her, with tears, thy warm desires to grant; For tears will pierce a heart of adamant. If tears will not be squeez'd, then rub your eye, Or 'noint the lids and seem at least to cry. Kiss, if you can: resistance if she make, And will not give you kisses, let her take. "Fy, fy, you naughty man!" are words of course; She struggles but to be subdued by force. Kiss only soft, I charge you, and beware, With your hard bristles not to brush the fair. He who has gain'd a kiss, and gains no more, Deserves to lose the bliss he got before. If once she kiss, her meaning is exprest; There wants but little pushing for the rest: Which if thou dost not gain, by strength or art, The name of clown then suits with thy desert; 'Tis downright dulness, and a shameful part. Perhaps, she calls it force; but, if she 'scape, She will not thank you for th' omitted rape.

The sex is cunning to conceal their fires;
They would be forc'd even to their own desires.
They seem t' accuse you, with a downcast sight;
But in their souls confess you did them right.
Who might be forc'd, and yet untouch'd depart,
Thank with their tongues, but curse you with their
Fair Phoebe and her sister did prefer [heart.
To their dull mates the nobler ravisher.

What Deidamio did in days of yore,
The tale is old, but worth the reading o'er.
When Venus had the golden apple gain'd,
And the just judge fair Helen had obtain❜d:
When she with triumph was at Troy receiv'd,
The Trojans joyful, while the Grecians griev'd:
They vow'd revenge of violated laws,

And Greece was arming in the cuckold's cause:
Achilles, by his mother warn'd from war,
Disguis'd his sex, and lurk'd among the fair.
What! means acides to spin and sew?
With spear and sword in field thy valour shew;
And, leaving this, the nobler Pallas know.
Why dost thou in that hand the distaff wield,
Which is more worthy to sustain the shield?
Or with that other draw the woolly twine,
The same the Fates for Hector's thread assign?
Brandish thy falchion in thy powerful hand,
Which can alone the ponderous lance command.
In the same room by chance the royal maid
Was lodg'd, and, by his seeming sex betray'd,
Close to her side the youthful hero laid.
I know not how his courtship he began;
But, to her cost she found it was a man.
'Tis thought she struggled; but withal 'tis thought,
Her wish was to be conquer'd, when she fought.
For when, disclos'd, and hastening to the field,
He laid his distaff down, and took the shield,
With tears her humble suit she did prefer,
And thought to stay the grateful ravisher.
She sighs, she sobs, she begs him not to part:
And now 'tis nature what before was art.
She strives by force her lover to detain,
And wishes to be ravish'd once again.
This is the sex; they will not first begin,
But, when compell'd, are pleas'd to suffer sin.

Is there, who thinks that women first should woo?
Lay by thy self-conceit, thou foolish beau.
Begin, and save their modesty the shame;
"Tis well for thee, if they receive thy flame.
'Tis decent for a inan to speak his mind;
They but expect th' occasion to be kind.
Ask, that thou may'st enjoy; she waits for this;
And on thy first advance depends thy bliss.
Ev'n Jove himself was forc'd to sue for love;
None of the nymphs did first solicit Jove.
But if you find your prayers increase her pride,
Strike sail awhile, and wait another tide.
They fly when we pursue; but make delay,
And, when they see you slacken, they will stay.
Sometimes it profits to conceal your end;
Name not yourself her lover, but her friend.
How many skittish girls have thus been caught!
He prov'd a lover, who a friend was thought.
Sailors by sun and wind are swarthy made;
A tann'd complexion best becomes their trade.

'Tis a disgrace for ploughmen to be fair;
Bluff cheeks they have, and weather-beaten hair.
Th' ambitious youth, who seeks an olive crown,
Is sun-burnt with his daily toil, and brown.
But if the lover hopes to be in grace,
Wan be his looks, and meagre be his face.
That colour from the fair compassion draws:
She thinks you sick, and thinks herself the cause.
Orion wander'd in the woods for love:
His paleness did the nymphs to pity move;
His ghastly visage argu'd hidden love.
Nor fail a night-cap in full health, to wear;
Neglect thy dress, and discompose thy hair.
All things are decent, that in love avail:
Read long by night, and study to be pale:
Forsake your food, refuse your needful rest;
Be miserable, that you may be blest.

Shall I complain, or shall I warn you most?
Faith, truta, and friendship, in the world are lost;
A little and an empty name they boast.
Trust not tly friend, much less thy mistress praise;
If he believe, thou may'st a rival raise.
'Tis true, Patroclus, by no lust misled,
Sought not to stain his dear companion's bed.
Nor Pylades Hermione embrac'd;

Ev'n Phædra to Pirithous still was chaste.
But hope not thou, in this vile age, to find
Those rare examples of a faithful mind.
The sea shall sooner with sweet honey flow;
Or from the farzes pears and apples grow.
We sin with gust, we love by fraud to gain;
And find a pleasure in our fellows pain.
From rival foes you may the fair defend;
But, would you ward the blow, beware your friend:
Beware your brother, and your next of kin ;
But from your bosom-friend your cares begin.

Here I had ended, but experience finds,
That sundry women are of sundry minds;
With various crotchets fill'd, and hard to please:
They therefore must be caught by various ways.
All things are not produc'd in any soil;
This ground for wine is proper, that for oil.
So 'tis in men, but more in womankind:
Different in face, in manners, and in mind :
But wise men shift their sails with every wind,
As changeful Proteus vary'd oft his shape,
And did in sundry forms and figures 'scape;
A running stream, a standing tree became,
A roaring lion, or a bleating lamb.

Some fish with harpoons, some with darts are
struck,

Some drawn with nets, some hang upon the hook:
So turn thyself; and, imitating them,
Try several tricks, and change thy stratagem.
One rule will not for different ages hold;
The jades grow cunning, as they grow more old.
Then talk not bawdy to the bashful maid;
Broad words will make her innocence afraid.
Nor to an ignorant girl of learning speak;
She thinks you conjure, when you talk in Greek.
And hence 'tis often seen, the simple shun
The learn'd, and into vile embraces run.

Part of my task is done, and part to do:
But here 'tis time to rest myself and you.

TRANSLATIONS FROM HOMER.

THE FIRST BOOK

OF

HOMER'S ILIAS.

THE ARGUMENT.

Chryses, priest of Apollo, brings presents to the Grecian princes, to ransom his daughter Chryseis, who was prisoner in the fleet. Agamemnon, the general, whose captive and mistress the young lady was, refuses to deliver, threatens the venerable old man, and dismisses him with contumely. The priest craves vengeance of his god; who sends a plague among the Greeks: which occasions Achilles, their great champion, to summon a council of the chief officers: he encourages Calchas, the high priest and prophet, to te.l the reason, why the gods were so much incensed against them. Calchas is fearful of provoking Agamemnon, till Achilles engages to protect him: then, emboldened by the hero, he accuses the general as the cause of all, by detaining the fair captive, and refusing the presents offered for her ransom. By this proceeding, Agamemnon is obliged, against his will, to restore Chryseis, with gifts, that he might appease the wrath of Phœbus; but, at the same time, to revenge himself on Achilles, sends to seize his slave Briseis. Achilles, thus affronted, complains to his mother Thetis; and begs her to revenge his injury, not only on the general, but on all the army, by giving victory to the Trojans, till the ungrateful king became sensible of his injustice. At the same time, he retires from the camp into his ships, and withdraws his aid from his countrymen. Thetis prefers her son's petition to Jupiter, who grants her suit. Juno suspects her errand, and quarrels with her husband for his grant; till Vulcan reconciles his parents with a bowl of nectar, and sends them peaceably to bed.

THE wrath of Peleus' son, O Muse, resound;

Whose dire effects the Grecian army found,
And many a hero, king, and hardy knight,
Were sent, in early youth, to shades of night:
Their limbs a prey to dogs and vultures made:
So was the sovereign will of Jove obey'd:
From that ill-omen'd hour when strife begun,
Betwixt Atrides' great, and Thetis' god-like son.

What power provok'd, and for what cause relate,
Sow'd, in their breasts, the seeds of stern debate:
Jove's and Latona's son his wrath express'd,
In vengeance of his violated priest,
Against the king of men; who, swoln with pride,
Refus'd his presents, and his prayers deny'd.
For this the god a swift contagion spread
Amid the camp, where heaps on heaps lay dead.
[berty.
For venerable Chryses came to buy,
With gold and gifts of price, his daughter's ii-
Suppliant before the Grecian chiefs he stood;
Awful, and arm'd with ensigns of his god :
Bare was his hoary head; one holy hand
Held forth his laurel crown, and one his sceptre
of command.

His suit was common; but above the rest,
To both the brother-princes thus address'd:

"Ye sons of Atreus, and ye Grecian powers,
So may the gods who dwell in heavenly bowers
Succeed your siege, accord the vows you make,
And give you Troy's imperial town to take;
So, by their happy conduct, may you come
With conquest back to your sweet native home;
As you receive the ransom which I bring
(Respecting Jove, and the far-shooting king),
And break my daughter's bonds, at my desire;
And glad with her return her grieving sire."

[stand.

With shouts of loud acclaim the Greeks decree
To take the gifts, to set the damsel free.
The king of men alone with fury burn'd:
And, haughty, these opprobrious words return'd:
"Hence, holy dotard, and avoid my sight,
Ere evil intercept thy tardy flight:
Nor dare to tread this interdicted strand,
Lest not that idle sc ptre in thy hand,
Nor thy god's crown, my vow'd revenge with-
Hence, on thy life: the captive maid is mine;
Whom not for price or prayers I will resign:
Mine she shall be, till creeping age and time
Her bloom have wither'd, and consum'd her prime.
Till then my royal bed she shall attend;
And, having first adorn'd it, late ascend:
This, for the night; by day, the web and loom,
And homely household-task, shall be her doom,
Far from thy lov'd embrace, and her sweet native
home."

He said the helpless priest reply'd no more,
But sped his steps along the hoarse resounding
Silent he fled; secure at length he stood, [shore:
Devoutly curs'd his foes, and thus invok'd his god;
"O source of sacred light, attend my prayer,
God with the silver bow and golden hair;

Whom Crysa, Cilla, Tenedos obeys,
And whose broad eye their happy soil surveys;
If, Smintheus, I have pour'd before thy shrine
The blood of oxen, goats, and ruddy wine,
And larded thighs on loaded altars laid,
Hear, and my just revenge propitious aid.
Pierce the proud Greeks, and with thy shafts attest
How much thy power is injur'd in thy priest."

He pray'd, and Phoebus, hearing, urg'd his
With fury kindled, from Olympus' height; [#light,
His quiver o'er his ample shoulders threw ;
His bow twang'd, and his arrows rattled as they
Black as a stormy night, he rang'd around

[flew.

Secure me then from his foreseen intent,
That what his wrath may doom, thy valour may
prevent."

To this the stern Achilles made reply:
"Be bold; and on iny plighted faith rely,
To speak what Phoebus has inspir'd thy soul
For common good; and speak without control.
His godhead I invoke, by him I swear,
That while my nostrils draw this vital air,
None shall presume to violate those bands;
Ortouch thy person with unhallow'd hands:
Ev'n not the king of men that all commands."
At this, resuming heart, the prophet said:
"Nor hecatomb unslain, nor vows unpaid,
On Greeks, accurs'd, this dire contagion bring,

The tents, and compass'd the devoted ground.
Then with full force his deadly bow he bent,
And feather'd fates among the mules and sump-Or call for vengeance from the bowyer king;

ters sent:

Th' essay of rage, on faithful dogs the next;
And last, in human hearts his arrows fix'd.
The god nine days the Greeks at rovers kill'd,
Nine days the camp with funeral fires was fill'd;
The tenth, Achilles, by the queen's command,
Who bears Heaven's awful sceptre in her hand,
A council summon'd: for the goddess griev'd
Her favour'd host should perish unreliev'd.

The kings assembled, soon their chief enclose;
Then from his seat the goddess-born arose,
And thus undaunted spoke: "What now remains,
But that once more we tempt the watery plains,
And, wandering homeward, seek our safety hence,
In flight at least, if we can find defence?
Such woes at once encompass us about,
The plague within the camp, the sword without.
Consult, O king, the prophets of th' event:
And whence these ills, and what the gods intent,
Let them by dreams explore; for dreams from
Jove are sent.

What want of offer'd victims, what offence
In fact committed could the Sun incense,
To deal his deadly shafts? What may remove
His settled hate, and reconcile his love?
That he may look propitious on our toils;
And hungry graves no more be glutted with our
spoils."

Thus to the king of men the hero spoke,
Then Calchas the desir'd occasion took :
Calchas the sacred seer, who had in view
Things present and the past; and things to come
foreknew:

Supreme of augurs, who, by Phoebus taught,
The Grecian powers to Troy's destruction brought.
Skill'd in the secret causes of their woes,
The reverend priest in graceful act arose ;
And thus bespoke Pelides: " Care of Jove,
Favour'd of all th' immortal powers above;
Wouldst thou the seeds deep-sown of mischief
And why provok'd Apollo bends his bow? [know,
Plight first thy faith, inviolably true,

But he the tyrant, whom none dares resist,
Affronts the godhead in his injur'd priest:
He keeps the damsel captive in his chain,
And presents are refus'd, and prayers preferr'd

in vain.

For this th' avenging power employs his darts,
And empties all his quiver in our hearts;
Thus will persist, relentless in his ire,
Till the fair slave be render'd to her sire:
And ransom-free restor❜d to his abode,
With sacrifice to reconcile the god :
Then he, perhaps, aton'd by prayer, may cease
His vengeance justly vow'd, and give the peace."
Thus having said, he sate: thus answer'd then,
Upstarting from his throne, the king of men,
Ilis breast with fury fill'd, his eyes with fire;
Which, rolling round, he shot in sparkles on the sire:
Augur of ill, whose tongue was never found
Without a priestly curse, or boding sound;
For not one bless'd event foretold to me
Pass'd through that mouth, or pass'd unwillingly.
And now thou dost with lies the throne invade,
By practice harden'd in thy slandering trade.
Obtending Heaven, for whate'er ills befal;
And sputtering under specious names thy gall,
Now Phoebus is provok'd, his rites and laws
Are in his priest profan'd, and I the cause:
Since I detain a slave, my sovereign prize;
And sacred gold, your idol-god, despise.

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I love her well: and well her merits claim,
To stand preferr'd before my Grecian dame:
Not Clytemnestra's self in beauty's bloom
More charm'd, or better ply'd the various loom :
Mine is the maid; and brought in happy hour,
With every household-grace adorn'd, to bless my
nuptial bower.

Yet shall she be restor'd; since public good
For private interest ought not to be withstood,
To save th' effusion of my people's blood.
But right requires, if I resign my own,

I should not suffer for your sakes alone;
Alone excluded from the prize I gain'd,
And by your common suffrage have obtain’d.
The slave without a ransom shall be sent:
It rests for you to make th' equivalent."

To save me from those ills, that may ensue.
For I shall tell ungrateful truths to those
Whose boundless powers of life and death dispose.
And sovereigns, ever jealous of their state,
Forgive not those whom once they mark for hate;
Ev'n though th' offence they seemingly digest,
Revenge, like embers rak'd, within their breast,
Bursts forth in flames; whose unresisted power
Will seize th' unwary wretch, and soon devour.
Such, and no less is he, on whom depends
The sum of things; and whom my tongue of Whate'er by force of arms the soldier got,

To this the fierce Thessalian prince reply'd:
"O first in power, but passing all in pride,
Griping, and still tenacious of thy hold,
Wouldst thou the Grecian chiefs, though largely-
soul'd,

Should give the prizes they had gain'd before,
And with their loss thy sacrilege restore?

force offends.

Is each his own, by dividend of lot:

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