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Are suffering that which, in his fellest pinch,

The valiant never suffers.
78. Whate'er it is thy duty to conceal

Let no man know: for with a little torch
May Ida's forest easily be fired;
And if to one a secret thou reveal,

It soon will be divulg'd through the whole city. 79. Her troop of Amazons with crescent shields

Penthesilea leads, frantic in fight.
A golden belt her swelling bosom binds,
And she mid circling thousands seems on fire,

A warrior virgin, to encounter men.
80. He groan'd with floods of sorrow on his face :

For he beheld round Ilion how her hosts
This way in battle chas'd the warrior Greeks,
But that way fled, where with his chariot-wheels
Crested Pelides thunder'd on their rear.

Since by your greatness you
Are nearer heav'n in place, be nearer too
In goodness. Rich men should transcend the poor,
As clouds the earth, raised by the comfort of

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
Upon his side, is to the noble mind
A state of happiness beyond the bliss

Of calm inglorious ease. 83. Silent shall be the march ; nor drum, nor trump,

Nor clash of arms, shall to the watchful foe
Our near approach betray: silent and soft,
As the pard's velvet foot on Libya's sands,

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:
Blows given from heaven are our punishment :

81.

All shipwrecks are not drownings: you see buildings

Made fairer from their ruins.
85. As the disease requires, should they who practise

The healing art, their remedies apply,
Nor rest content with whatsoe'er they find
Prescribed by antient usage, when such medicines

Will to the patient no relief afford.
86. Bend to your oars, my trusty men; now, now,

Lift, strain your vessels ; cleave with every beak
This hostile strand, and let the keel itself
Furrow a way: I fear not on the spot

My bark to shatter, so I gain the land. 87. The Spartans once exild Archilochus,

The author of Lycambes' tragedy,
Because he said it was commodious
Rather to cast away his shield and fly,

Than boldly to resist, and bravely die.
88. Ingrate Jason, conjugem agnoscis tuam ?

Sic fugere soleo : patuit in cælum via;
Squammosa gemini colla serpentes jugo
Submissa præbent: recipe jam natos parens ;

Ego inter auras aliti curru vehar.
89. H. Nuptæ jacentem cernis Alciden dolis.

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;
The neck falls powerless, the head reclines ;
Body and life must part; she loos’d her shield,

Gave a last groan, and forth the spirit flew. 91. Fair Venus from this craggy steep

Looks down upon the glassy deep,
And hither calls the breathing gale,
Propitious to the venturous sail:

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.
Hast thou thyself no crime, that thus from me
Thou dost in horror shrink ?
B. Most miserable man.

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 ;
A life that's free
From dire mischance and ruthless poverty,
To live exempt from care

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,
Fell by the Persians near Sperchius' tide.
Both past and future well the prophet knew :
And yet, though death lay open to his view,

He chose to perish by his monarch's side. 95. The wandering life of mariners affords

No sumptuous table, but a lowly but
Built on the shore. We plough our watery mother,
The ocean, whom no rude foot tramples on ;
Aided by nets and barbed hooks, from her

A sustenance to our abode we drag. 96. Whether on earth, or air, or main,

Sure everything alive is vain.
Does not the hawk all fowls survey
As destin'd only for his prey ?
And do not tyrants, prouder things,

Think men were born for slaves to kings ?
97. Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, my son,

And lean not on thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him,

· 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.
He who conquereth his anger is greater than the

mighty,
And he who ruleth his spirit, than he who taketh a

city.
The lot is cast into the urn,

But its decision is wholly from the Lord. 99. In winter the sluggard will not plough;

In harvest shall he beg, but nothing obtain.
The design in a man's heart is as deep waters,
But one of penetration will draw it up.
Many a man boasteth of his bounty,

But one truly kind who shall meet with ? 100. Whenever thou see'st any man raised high,

Exulting in his wealth and noble birth,
Whose superciliousness exceeds his fortune,
Think not that Nemesis will long delay
To punish him; for he is lifted up

Only to make his fall the more conspicuous. 101. Pallas Tritonia, sovereign pow'r,

Defend thy lov'd Athenian tow'r;
Raise and protect thy cherish'd state
From civil war and stern debate:
Thou and thy sire her children save

From doom of an untimely grave.
102. O light, thy subtle essence who may know?

Ask not: for all things but myself I show. ,
Yo clouds, what bring ye in your train ?
God's embassies, storm, lightning, hail, or rain.
Winds, whence and whither do ye blow?
Thou must be born again to know.

103. My dearest child Antigone, forbear

To vex thy spirit, knowing well this truth,
That, when propitious Fortune smiles on men,
They find an avenue to every good,
But when ill-fortune comes, they joy no more :

All-conquering goddess, she inverteth all things. 104. T. This shepherd sure is sprung from noble race,

Such sweet behaviour does his person grace.
E. No matter how descended from his birth :
The purest gold itself was once but earth.
They wear the badge of honour who are known,

Not by their fathers' actions, but their own. 105. Blessed is he who never walks

Where wicked men his steps invite;
Who never stands in sinners' paths,
Nor on the scoffer's seat sits down ;
But in God's law his pleasure takes,

And ponders it by day and night. 106. He is like unto some goodly tree,

Which, planted by the flowing streams,
Its fruit in its due season yields ;
Whose vigorous leaf unfading shines,
And whatsoe'er it putteth forth

Grows thriving to maturity.
107. Not so the wicked : like the chaff

Which by the wind is swept away,
They shall not in the judgment stand,
Nor in the assembly of the just;
For God regards the just man's path,

But sinners' ways lead on to death.
108. Procure thy fortune by some honest means.

Avoid reproach ; thy little pittance keep,
Observing still the rigid laws of justice :
Nor imitate the folly of that sailor,
Who, having prov'd successful once, at last
Lost all he had by venturing after more.

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