ODES. CLASS THE SEVENTH CONTINUED. ODE XXXIII. TO LOLLIUS. BY JOHN HALL STEVENSON, ESQ. THO' born in an ungenial clime, Where T. with brawls his tribute pays, 'Tis possible, my Lord, for Time If Shakespear ev'ry muse inspire, Prior shall live with laughing eye Not Sparta's queen alone has tripp'd; Charm'd with fine breeding and fine cloaths, Other fair princesses have slipp'd, And troubled the whole world's repose. Teucer is not the only prince Famous for shooting the long bow; Troy has been lost before, and since, By cunning, with a patriot show. Heroes have bled, as well as Hector, Both for their minions and chaste wives; Pitts, with the same aspiring mind, Worth, undistinguish'd by applause, Supremely wise when wisdom's wanted, |