And now the warriors passing on the way, 665 Known is thy courage, and thy strength confest. 'What pity sloth should seize a soul so brave, 670 'Or godlike Paris live a woman's slave! 'My heart weeps blood at what the Trojans say, And hopes, thy deeds shall wipe the stain away. • Haste then, in all their glorious labours share; "For much they suffer, for thy sake, in war. 675 These ills shall cease, whene'er by Jove's decree We crown the bowl to Heav'n and liberty: "While the proud foe his frustrate triumphs mourns, 'And Greece indignant thro' her seas returns.' 679 END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. JOYCE GOLD, PRINTER, SHOE-LANE. |