These search'd, and perfect found, he one by one, Rins'd, and dispos'd within the hollow stone.

Salt added, and a lump of salted cheese,

With his injected herbs he cover'd these
And tucking with his left his tunic tight,
And seizing fast the pestle with his right,?
The garlick bruising first he soon express'd,
And mix'd the various juices of the rest. b
He grinds, and by degrees his herbs below wel
Lost in each other, their own powers forego, T
And with the cheese in compound, to the sight
Nor wholly green appear, nor wholly white. Â
His nostrils oft the forceful fume resent, and LAT
He curs'd full oft his dinner for its scent,

Or with wry faces, wiping as he spoke bo
The trickling tears, cried “Vengeance on the
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The work proceeds: not roughly turns he now
The pestle, but in circles smooth and slow; T

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With cautious hand, that grudges what it spills,

Some drops of olive oil he next instils;

Then vinegar with caution scarcely less,

And gathering to a ball the medley mess;
Last, with two fingers frugally applied,

Sweeps the small remnant from the mortar's side:
And thus complete in figure and in kind,
Obtains at length the Salad he design'd.

And now black Cybale before him stands,
The cake drawn newly glowing in her hands:
He glad receives it, chasing far away
All fears of famine for the passing day;
His legs, enclos❜d in buskins, and his head
In its tough casque of leather, forth he led
And yok'd his steers, a dull obedient pair,

Then drove afield, and plung'd the pointed share.

A SPARTAN, his companions slain, - ›

Alone from battle fled,

His mother kindling with disdain

That she had borne him, struck him dead;

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For courage, and not birth alonë,

In Sparta, testifies a son!

A SPARTAN 'scaping from the fight?

His mother met him in his flight, } -qudio?
Upheld a faulchion to his breast,

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anode romain. - tai tenen eli 16 wond 1290) "Thou canst but live to blot with shame "Indelible thy mother's name,

"While ev'ry breath, that thou shalt draw,
"Offends against thy country's law; han
"But, if thou perish by this hand,umidi.
"Myself indeed throughout the land, food.
"To my dishonour, shall be known of hơn
"The mother still of such a son,

But Sparta will be safe and free, blo

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AN EPITAPH

My name-my country-what are they to thee? What, whether base or proud, my pedigree? Perhaps I far surpass'd all other men

Perhaps I fell below them all-what then?

Suffice it, stranger! that thou seest a tomb

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TAKE to thy bosom, gentle earth, acswain
With much hard labour in thy service worn!
He set the vines, that clothe yon ample plain,
And he these olives, that the vale adorn. I

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He fill'd with grain the glebe; the rills he led Thro' this green herbage, and those fruitful bow'rs; Thou, therefore, earth! lie lightly on his head, His hoary head, and deck his grave with flow'rs..