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41. This is my rule, and to this rule I'll hold,
To choose my wife by merit, not by gold ;
I saw sweet beauty in her face
When with his knees he kissed the Cretan strand. 43. The wise with prudent thought provide
Against misfortune's coming tide :
Undaunted brave its tyranny.
To love his native seat with all his might.
For country's cause to spend our dearest blood. 45. Still wind your way, ye mystic votaries,
To Ceres' shrine, nor dread the wintry tide ;
· Hath built this causeway o'er Cephisus wide. 46. Happen whate'er there can, I will be just.
My fortune may forsake me, not my virtue :
And glad me doing well, though I hear ill. 47. Justice and truth I never will omit
To praise : the liberty of speech inbred
'Tis right to keep in lawful exercise.
Bellows a pray'r for his devoted head.
When fair Europa through the waves you bore. 49. Be well advis'd and wary counsel take,
Ere thou dost any action undertake :
Having undertaken, thy endeavours bend
To bring thy actions to a perfect end. 50. Qui ne craint point la mort ne craint point les menaces:
J'ai le cour au dessus des plus fières disgraces ;
Mais non pas me résoudre à vivre sans honneur. 51. I knew her not, how wretched and how fair,
When here I wafted her. Poor child of earth,
Dwell in the sacred grove.
Amidst associates of superior rank;
As all-sufficient, treats his friends like slaves! 53. The man who ne'er hath felt the barb of love
Knows not necessity's strong law, which forc'd me
And to the helpless points the way of help. 54. All things in human life tend to grow old,
And come unto their destined goal at last,
So much the mightier grows from day to day. 55. The god of battles is not always wont
To be propitious ; with delight he views
The city, but prove glorious to the dead.
The new-born child who comes into a world
Amidst rejoicings and auspicious songs
One who is dead, and ceases from his toil. 57. He to the gods, upon whose altars now
His life he offers, will exalt his fame,
Our native land, and haughty lords obey. 58. I am the mother of an only son,
Whom for these many days I have not seen.
Where I may find my child.
Which I assert is common to the gods,
We by our separate usages are guided.
Of our sad tale? See Priam. Even here
Banish thy fear. This fame shall be our guard. 61. But what is there in man's precarious life
To be relied on? O'er the foamy deep
The great to nothing, and augments the small. 62. He who delights to fill his house with treasure,
Though to his craving stomach he deny
Against his dearest friends unnatural war.
And heap vain insults upon voiceless earth ?
The pleasant and the painful to discern,
'Tis a mute stone — the body — nothing more. 64. Q. O mother, I have been a thoughtless child :
I've given thee hoary hairs before thy time;
C. Be calm, my son, for I do not upbraid thee. 65. Since thou wert born a man, thou from the air,
Whence all receive their nourishment, and draw
Endure what to mortality belongs.
Thy fleet are carrying, steady breezes blow,
I will myself awhile thy task perform. 67. By the keen eye of Heaven's immortal Power
Are all things seen; full plainly it appears
Who o’er each action of our lives presides. 68. Alas both for the deed, and for the cause !
But have I now seen death? Is this the way
Horrid to think, how terrible to feel ! 69. Asterope, my sister, happy thou
In thy espousals. Can then Æsacus
From Hecuba, a violent river's child. 70. But he who late possessed that vigorous frame,
Like a refulgent star which falls from heaven,
His kindred spirit, but a breathless corse
His body lies, that image of the gods.
V. And what shall be thy second charm to please me?
B. Aye; and the table shall be cleared away. 72. The gods in bounty work up storms about us
That give mankind occasion to exert
In the smooth seasons and the calms of life. 73. And now to thee, for healing of thy care,
Secrets through long futurities I show.
Their towns, their customs, and their social laws. 74. In exile every man or bond or free,
Of noble race or meaner parentage,
And praise the peevishness of each man's pride. 75. Spare, Cytherea, spare thy vain alarm.
Thy people's destinies unmov'd remain ;
The promis'd city's walls. Thou shalt exalt
Magnanimous Æneas to the stars. 76. Too true that tyrant Dionysius
Did picture out the image of a king,
Fastened up only by a horse's hair.
Mix'd with the din of carnage. Now those cowards,