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Are suffering that which, in his fellest pinch,
The valiant never suffers.
Let no man know: for with a little torch
It soon will be divulg'd through the whole city. 79. Her troop of Amazons with crescent shields
Penthesilea leads, frantic in fight.
A warrior virgin, to encounter men.
For he beheld round Ilion how her hosts
Since by your greatness you
The sun to water dry and barren grounds. 82. To be in toils and perils, nay, in sufferings,
With the applauding sympathy of good men
Of calm inglorious ease. 83. Silent shall be the march ; nor drum, nor trump,
Nor clash of arms, shall to the watchful foe
Slow stealing with couch'd shoulders on his prey. 84. There's no way to make sorrow light
But in the noble bearing : be content:
All shipwrecks are not drownings: you see buildings
Made fairer from their ruins.
The healing art, their remedies apply,
Will to the patient no relief afford.
Lift, strain your vessels ; cleave with every beak
My bark to shatter, so I gain the land. 87. The Spartans once exild Archilochus,
The author of Lycambes' tragedy,
Than boldly to resist, and bravely die.
Sic fugere soleo : patuit in cælum via;
Ego inter auras aliti curru vehar.
A. Quis tantus est qui vincat Alciden dolus ? H. Quicunque, mater, feminæ iratæ sat est. · A. At unde in artus pestis aut ossa incidit ?
H. Aditum venenis palla femineis dedit. 90. With that she quits the rein, and downward drops
Insensible, with mortal shiver chilld;
Gave a last groan, and forth the spirit flew. 91. Fair Venus from this craggy steep
Looks down upon the glassy deep,
While ocean flows beneath serene,
Aw'd by the smile of beauty's queen. 92. O. Ah, wherefore dost thou stare so strangely on me?
There's no blood on me now: 'tis long since past.
0, Thou truly say'st — I am most miserable. 93. Happy to whom the gods have given a share
Of what is good and fair ;
Is not for mortal man, how blest soe'er he be. 94. This tomb records Megistias' honor'd name,
Who, bravely fighting in the ranks of fame,
He chose to perish by his monarch's side. 95. The wandering life of mariners affords
No sumptuous table, but a lowly but
A sustenance to our abode we drag. 96. Whether on earth, or air, or main,
Sure everything alive is vain.
Think men were born for slaves to kings ?
And lean not on thine own understanding.
· And He will direct thy goings.
Be not wise in thine own sight:
Fear the Lord, and depart from evil. 98. Hoary hairs are a crown of dignity:
In the path of virtue shall it be found.
But its decision is wholly from the Lord. 99. In winter the sluggard will not plough;
In harvest shall he beg, but nothing obtain.
But one truly kind who shall meet with ? 100. Whenever thou see'st any man raised high,
Exulting in his wealth and noble birth,
Only to make his fall the more conspicuous. 101. Pallas Tritonia, sovereign pow'r,
Defend thy lov'd Athenian tow'r;
From doom of an untimely grave.
Ask not: for all things but myself I show. ,
103. My dearest child Antigone, forbear
To vex thy spirit, knowing well this truth,
All-conquering goddess, she inverteth all things. 104. T. This shepherd sure is sprung from noble race,
Such sweet behaviour does his person grace.
Not by their fathers' actions, but their own. 105. Blessed is he who never walks
Where wicked men his steps invite;
And ponders it by day and night. 106. He is like unto some goodly tree,
Which, planted by the flowing streams,
Grows thriving to maturity.
Which by the wind is swept away,
But sinners' ways lead on to death.
Avoid reproach ; thy little pittance keep,