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This the worst sort of artichoke,

When I survey the world's harmonious frame, A plant that Pluto has himself bespoke,

How Nature lives immutably the same; Nourish it well,'tis useful treachery;

How'stated bounds and ambient shores restrain This is a choice though little seed, a lio:

The rolling surges of the briny main; Here take some now from these prodigious loads, How constant Time revolves the circling year; Of tender things that look like toads :

How day and night alternately appear; In future times, these, finely drest,

Then am I well convinc'd some secret soul, Shall each invade a prince's breast;

Some first informing power directs the whole; 'Tis fiattery seed; though thinly sown,

Some great intelligence, who turns the spheres, It is a mighty plant when grown,

Who rules the steady motion of the stars, When rooted deep, and fully blown;

Who decks with borrow'd light the waning Moon, Now see these things like bubbles fly;

And fills with native light th' unchanging Sun, These are the seeds of vanity.

Who hangs the Earth amidst surrounding skies, Take tyrant acorns, which will best advance, And bids her various fruits in various seasons rise. If sown in eastern climates, or in France;

But, soon as I reflect on human state,
But these are things of most prodigious hopes, How blind, how unproportion'd, is our fate;
They're Jesuit bulbs tied up with ropes,

How ill men, crown'd with blessings, smoothly pass
And these the Devil's grafts for future popes, A golden circle of delightful days;
Which with fanaticism are join'd so clean, How good men bear the rugged paths of life,
You'd scarce believe a knife had pass'd between. Condemn'd to endless cares, to endless strite;
False-witness seed had almost been forgot,

Then am I lost again; religion fails; 'Twill be your making, should there be a plot, Then Epicurus’ bolder scheme prevails, (dance, And now, dear Orpheus, scatter these but well; Which through the void makes wandering atoms And you'll deserve the gratitude of Hell."

And calls the medley world the work of Chance, Quoth Orpheus, “ You shall be obey'd Which God's eternal Providence denies, In every thing that you have said,

And feigns him nodding in the distant skies. For mischief is the poet's trade :

At length Rufinus' fate my doubt removes, And whatsoever they shall bring,

And God's eristence and his justice proves. You may assure yourself, I'll sing.

Nor do I longer undeceiv'd complain, But pray what poets shall we have,

The wicked flourish, and triumphant reign; At my returning from the grave?”

Since they to Fortune's heights are rais'd alone, “ Sad dogs !" quoth Bocai," let me see To rush with greater ruin headlong down. But, since what I say cannot shame them,

But here instruct thy bard, Pierian dame, I'll e'en resolve to never name them.

Whence, and of whom, the dire contagion came. “ But now,” says Bocai, “sir, you may Alecto's breast with rage and envy glows, Long to be going on your way,

To see the world possess'd of sweet repose. Unless you'll drink some arsenic claret : Down to the dreary realms below she bends, 'Tis burnt, you see: but Sam can spare it.” There summons a cabal of sister fiends;

Orpheus replied, “ Kind sir, 'lis neither Thither unnumber'd plagues direct their flight, Brandy nor whets that brought me hither; The cursed progeny of Hell and Night. But love, and I an instance can be,

First, Discord rears her head, the rise of War; Love is as hot as pepper'd brandy;

Next, Famine fiercely stalks with haughty air; Yet, gentle sir, you may command

Then Age scarce drags her limbs, scarce draws her A tune from a departing hand;

breath, The style and passion both are good,

But, tottering on, approaches neighbouring Death; 'Tis The Three Children in the Wood."

Here grows Disease, with inbred tortures worn; He sang; and pains themselves found ease; There Envy snarls, and others' good does mourn ; For griefs, when well express'd, can please. There Sorrow sighs, her robe to tatters torn; When he describ'd the children's loss,

Fear skulks behind, and trembling hides her face, And bow the robins cover'd them with moss; But Rashness headlong thrusts her front of brass ; To hear the pity of those birds,

Then Luxury, Wealth's bane, profusely shines, Ev'n Bocai's tears fell down with Orpheus' words. Whilst Want, attending in a cloud, repines.

A train of sleepless self-tormenting cares,
Daughters of meagre Avarice, appears;
Who, as around her wither'd neck they cling,

Confess the parent hag from whence they spring. RUFINUS; OR, THE FAVOURITE". Here ills of each malignant kind resort,

A thousand monsters guard the dreadful court,

Amidst th’ infernal crowd, Alecto stands,

And a deep silence awfully commands; Ost, as I wondering stand, a secret doubt

Then, in tumultuous terms like these, express'd Puzzles my reason, and disturbs my thought,

A passion long had swelld within her breast : Whether this lower world by Chance does move, « Shall we supine permit these peaceful days, Or guided by the guardian hand of Jove.

So smooth, so gay, so undisturbd, to pass ?

Shall Pity melt, shall Clemency control, "The essay, to which this poem was originally A Fury's fierce and unrelenting soul? annexed, was written in 1711, as a harsh satire on What do our iron whips, our brands, avail; the duke of Marlborough, dictated perhaps ra- What all the borrid implements of Hell; ther by party rage than truth. It is printed in Since mighty Jove debars us of his skies, Dr. King's works, vol. ii. p. 280. N.

Since Theodosius tuo his Earth denies :

IMITATED FROM CLAUDIAN.

Such were the dars, and so their tenour ran,

“ If you the stratagem propos'd approve, When the first happy colden age began:

Let us to court this bane ot crouns remote, Virtue and Concurl, with their heavenly train, There shall be soon, with his intriguing art, With Piety and Faitli, securely reign;

Guide uncontrol'd the willing prince's keurt. Nay, Justice, in imperii pomp array'd,

Not Numa's wisdom shall that heart deiend, Boldly explores this everanting shade;

When the false favourite acts the faithful friend.' Me she, insulting, menaces and awes;

Soon as she ended, the surrounding croad Reforms the world, and sindicates her lau's. With peals of joy the black design applaud. And shall we then, niezierted and forlorn,

Now with an adamant her hair she bound, From every rerion banishd, idly mourn?

With a blue serpent girt her vest around; Assert yourselves; know what, and whence, you Then hastes to Phlegethon's impetuous stream, are:

Whose pitehy waves are flakes of rolling fane; Attempt some glorious mischief worth your care; There lights a torch, and straight, with sils Involve the universe in endless war.

display'd, Oh! that I could in Stygian vapour rise,

Shoots swiftly through the dun Tartarian glade. Darken the Sun, pollute the baliny skits;

A place on Gallia’s utmost verge there lies, Let loose the rivers, dehige every plain,

Extended to the sea a id southern skies; Break down the barriers of the roaring main, Where once Ulysses, as vid fables tell, And shatter Nature into chaos once again !" Iurok'd and rais'd th' inhabitants of Hell;

So rag'd the fiend, and toss'd her vipers round, Where oft', with staring eyes, the trembling hied Which hissing pourd their poison on the ground. Sees airy phantoms skim before the windi: A murmur through the jarring audience rung, Hence springs the Fury into upper skies, Ditferent resolves imm different reasons sprung. Infecting all the region as she thies : So when the fury of the storin i past,

She roars, and shakes the atmosphere around, When the rough winds in softer murmurs waste;

And earth and sea rebellow to the sound. So sonnds, so tluctuates, the troubled sea,

Then straight transforin'd berspakes to silver bairs, As the expiring tenibest plows its way.

And like an old decrepid sage appears; Megæra, rising then, address'd the throng, Slowly she cr ep. along with trembling gait, To whom Srlition, Tumult, Rage, belong : Scarce can her languid limbs sustain her weight Whose food is entrails of the guiltless dead, At length, arriving at Rufinus' cell, Whose drink is children's blood by parents shed. Which, from his moustrous birth, she knew so She scorch'd Alcides with a frantic flame,

well, She broke the bow, the savage world did tame; She mildly thus Hell's darling hupe address'l, She nerv'd the arm, she jung the deadly dart, South'd bis ambition, and inflam'd his bitast: When Athamas transtix'd Learchus' heart:

“ Can sloth dissolve Rufinus; canst thou pase She prompted Agamemnon's monstrous wife Thy sprightly youth in soft inglorious ease? To take her injur'd lord's cleroted life:

know, that thy better fate, thy kinder star, She breath'd revenge and rage into the son, Does more exalted patlis for thee prepare. So did the mother's blood the sire's atone: If thou an old man's counsel canst obey, She blinded Oedipus with kindred charms, The subject world shall own thy soverein swas Forc'd himn incestuons to a mother's arms :

Por my enlight'd soul, my conscious breast, She stung Thyestes, and his fory fed ;

Of unagic's secret science is possess'd. She taught him to polluțe a daughter's bed. Oft' have I forcd, with mystic midnight spells, Such was her dreadful speech:

Pale spectres from their subterranean cells: “ Your scheme's not practical nor lawful are,

Old Hecaté attends my powerful song, With Heaven and Jove to wage unequal war:

Powerful to hasten fate, or to prolong; But, if the peace of man you would invade,

Powerful the rooted stubborn oak to move, If o'er the ravag'd Earth destruction spread; To stop the thunder bursting from above, Then shall Rufinus, fram'd for eve y ill,

To make the rapid flood's descending stream With your own vengeance execute your will; Flow backward to the fountain whence it came. A prodigy from savage parents sprung,

Nor doubt my truth-bchold, with just surprise, Impetuous as a tigress new with young;

An effort of my art—a palace rise.” Fierce as the hydra, fickle as the food,

She said; and, lo! a paluce towering seems, And keen as meagre harpies for their food.

With Parian pillars and metallic beams. “Soon as the infant drew the vital air,

Rutinus, ravishd with the vast delight, I first receiv'd him to iny nursing care;

Gorges his warice, and guts bis sight. And often he, when tender yet and young, Such was his transport, such his sudden pride, Cried for the teat, and on my bosom hung: When viidas first his golden wish enjoyd: Whilst my horn'd serpents round his visage play'd, But, as his stiffening food tv metal turn'd, His features form'd, and there their renom shed; He found his rashness, and bis rhin inourn'd. Whilst I, infusing, breath'd into his heart

“ Be thon or man or god," Rufinus said, Deceit and craft, and every hurtful art;

“ I follow wheresve'er thy dictates lead.” Taught him t'involve bis soul in secret clouds, Then from his hut he flies, assumes the state With false dissembling smiles to veil his frauds. Propounded by the fiend prepar'd by Fate. “ Not dying patriots' tortures can assuage

Ambition soon began to lift her head, His inborn cruelty, bis native race:

Soaring, she mounts with restless pinions spread ; Not Tagus' yellow torrent can suffice

But Justice, conscious, shuus the poison'd air, His boundless and unsated arurice :

Where only prostituted tools repair;
Nor all the metal of Pactolus' streams,

Where Stilico and Virtue pot avail;
Nor Hermus glittering as the solar beams. Where royal favours stand expos’d to sale ;

Where now Rufinus, scandalously great, ! No brines bis growing appetite can sate;
Loads labouring nations with oppressive weight; For new possessions new desires crcate.
Keeps the obsequious world depending still No sense of shame, no modesty, restrains,
On the proud dictates of his lawless will;

Where Avarice or where Ambition reigns. Advances those, whose fierce and factious zeal When with strict oaths his profferd faith he binds, Prompts ever to resist, and to rebel;

False are his vows, and treacherous his designs. But those impeaches, who their prince commend, Now, should a patriot rise, his power oppose, Who, dauntless, dare bis sucred rights defend; Should he assert a sinking nation's cause, Expounds small riots into highest crimes,

He stirs a vengeance nothing can control, Brands loyalty as treason to the times.

Such is the rancour of his haughty soul; An haughty minion, mad with empire grown, Fell as a lioness in Libya's plain, Enslaves the subjects, and insults the throne. When tortur'd with the javelin's pointed pain; A thousand disemboguing rivers pay

Or a spurn'd serpent, as slie shoots along, Their everlasting homage to the sea;

With lightning in her eyes, and poison in her The Nile, the Rhine, the Danube, and the Thames, Nor will those families eraz'd suffice; (tongue Pour constant down their tributary streams : But provinces and cities he destroys: But yet the sea confesses no increase,

Urg'd on with blind revenge and settled hate, For all is swallow'd in the deep abyss.

He labours the confusion of the state ; In craving, still Rufinus' soul remains,

Subverts the nation's old-establish'd frame, Though fed with showers of gold, and floods of Explodes her laws, and tramples on her fame. gains;

If e'er in mercy he pretends to save For he despoils and ravages the land,

A man, pursu'd by Fuction, from the grave; No state is free from his rapacious hand; Then he invents new punishments, new pains, Treasures immense he hoards; erects a tower, Condemns to silence, and from truth restrains'; To lodge the plunder'd world's collecteel store : Then racks and pillories, and bonds and bars, Unmeasurd is his wealth, unbounded is his power. Then ruin and impeachments be prepares.

Oh! whither would'st thou rove, mistaken man? ( dreadful mercy! more than Death severe ! Vain are thy hopes, thy acquisitions vain: That doubly tortures whom it seems to sparu! For now, suppose thy acarice possess'd

All stem enslard, all bow to him alone; Of all the splendour of the glittering East, Nor dare their hate their just resentments own; Of Croesus' mass of wealth, of Cyrus' crown,

But inward grieve, their sighs and pangs confin'd, Suppose the ocean's treasure all thy own;

Which with conoulsive sorrow tear the niind, Still would thy soul repine, still ask for more, Envy is mute-'tis treason to disclose Unblest with plenty, with abundance poor. The baneful source of their eternal woes. Fabricius, in himself, in virtue great,

But Stilicu's superior soul appears
Disdaind a monarch's bribe, despis'd his state. Unshock'd, unmov'd, by base ignoble fears.
Serranus, as he grac'd the consul's chair,

He is the polar star, directs the state,
So could he guide the ploughi's laborious share. When parties rage, and public tempests beat;
The fam'd, the warlike, Curii deign'd to dwell He is the safe retreat, the sweet repose,
In a poor lonely cot and humble cell.

Can south and calm atHicted Virtue's woes;
Such a retreat to me's more glorious far,

He is the solid, firm, unshaken force, Than all thy pomp, than all thy triumphs are: That only knows to stem th’invader's course. Give me my solitary native home,

So when a river, sweil'd with winter's rains, Take thou thy rising tower, thy lofty dome; The limits of its wonted shore disdains; Though there thy furniture of radiant dye

Bridges, and stones, and trees, in vain oppose; Abstracts and ravishes the curious eye;

With unresisted race the torrent flows:
Though each apartment, every spacious room, But as it, rolling, meets a mighty rock,
Shines with the glories of the Tyrian loon; Whose fix'd foundations can repel the shock,
Yet here I view a more delightful scene,

Elided surges roar in eddies round,
Where Nature's freshest bloom and beauties reign; The rock, unmor'd, reverberates the sound.
Where the warm Zephyr's genial balmy wing,
Playing, diffuses an eternal spring :
Though there thy lewd lascivious limbs are laid
On a rich downy couch, or golden bed :

THE EAGLE AND THE ROBIN,
Yet here, extended on the flowery grass,
More free from care, my guiltless hours I pass :

AN APOLOGUE;
Though there thy sycophants, a servile race,
Cringe at thy levees, and resound thy praise;

Translated from the original of Æsop, written two
Yet here a murmuring stream, or warbling bird,
To me does sweeter harmony afford.

thousand years since, and now rendered in fa

miliar verse by H. G. L. Mag. Nature on all the power of bliss bestows, Which from her bounteous source perpetual flows. Good precepts and true gold are more valuable But he alone with happiness is blest,

for their antiquity. And here l present my good Who knows to use it rightly when possest: A doctrine, if well poiz'd in Reason's scale,

" Alluding to the sentence then recently passed Nor luxury nor want would thus prevail;

on Dr. Sacheverell, for whoin qur author was a Nor would our fleets so frequent plough the main, professed advocate. N. Nor our embattled armies strew the plaiu.

* The political moral of this little apologue is too But, oh! Rufinus is to reason blind!

evident to nedd any other comment, than barely A strange hydropic thirst infiames his mind, mentioning that the lady was queen Anne; desir

VOL. IX.

reader with one, delivered by the first founder of They soon obey'd, and chopt him meat, mythology, Æsop himself. Maximus Planudes Gave him whatever he would eat; takes notice of it, as a very excellent part of his The lady care herself did take, production; and Phædrus, Camerarius, and others, Aud made a nest for Robin's sake: seem to agree, that his Eagle, and five others not But he perkt up into her chair, yet translated, are equal to any of his that are In which he plenteously did fare, handed down to us. Though Mr. Ogleby and sir Assuming quite another air. Roger L'Estrange had the unhappiness to be unac The neighbours thought, when this they spyl quainted with them, yet I had the good fortune to The world well mended on his side. discover them by the removal of my old library, With well-tun'd throat he whistled long, which has made me amends for the trouble of And every body lik'd his song. getting to where I now teach. They were written, “ At last," said they, “this little thing or dictated at least, by Æsop, in the fifty-fourth Will kill itself, so long to sing ; Olympiad : and though I designed them chiefly We'll closet him among the rest for the use of my school, (this being translated by Of those my lady loves the best." a youth designed for a Greek professor) yet no They little thought, that saw him come, man is so wise as not to need instruction, aye, and That Robins were so quarrelsome: by the way of fable too; since the holy scriptures The door they open'd, in he pops, themselves, the best instructors, teach us by way And to the highest perch he bops; of parable, symbol, image, and figure; and David The party-colourd birds he chose, was more moved with Nathan's “Thou art the The gold-finches, and such as those; man," than all the most rigid lectures in the world With them he'd peck, and bill, and feed, would have done. Whoever will be at the trouble And very well (at times) agreed : of comparing this version with the original, let Canary-birds were his delight, them begin at the tenth line, and they will find it With them he'd tête-à-téte all night; metaphrastically done, verbum verbo, as the best But the brown linnets went to pot, way of justice to the author. Those that are mere He killd them all upon the spot. adorers of fines dóyou will not be angry that it is in The servants were employ'd each day, this sort of metre, for which I gave leave, the lad Instead of work, to part some fray, having a turn to this sort of measure, which is And wish'd the aukward fellow curst pleasant and agreeable, though not lofty. For my That brought him to my lady first. own part, I concur with my master Aristotle, that At last they all resolv'd upon't, ρυθμός και αρμονία are very far from being unneces Some way to tell my lady on't. sary or unpleasant. May this be of use to thee; Meanwhile he’ad had a noble swing, and it will please thine in all good wishes.

And rul'd just like the Gallic king;

Having kill'd or wounded all,
HORAT. GRAM.

Unless the Eagle in the hall;
With whom he durst but only jar,
He being the very soul of war,

But hated him for his desert,
THE EAGLE AND THE ROBIN.

And bore him malice at his heart.

This Eagle was my lady's pride, A LADY liv'd in former days,

The guardian safety of her side: That well deservd the utmost praise ;

He often brought home foreign prey,
For greatness, birth, and justice fam’d,

Which humbly at her feet he lay.
And every virtue could be nam'd;

For colour, pinions, and stature,
Which made her course of life so even,

The fairest workmanship of Nature; That she's a saint (if dead) in Heaven.

'Twould do one good to see him move, This lady had a little seat

So full of grandeur, grace, and love: Just like a palace, 'twas so neat,

He was indeed a bird for Jove.
From aught (but goodness) her retreat.

He soar'd aloft in Brucum's field,
One morning, in her giving way,

And thousand kites and cultures kill'd; As was her custom every day,

Which made him dear to all that flew, To cheer the poor, the sick, and cold,

Unless to Robin and his crew. Or with apparel, food, or gold,

One day poor Bob, puff?d up with pride, There came a gazing stranger by,

Thinking the combat to abide,
On whom she quickly cast an eye.

A goose-quill on for weapon tyd,
The man, admiring, made a stand;

Knowing by use, that, now and then, . He had a bird upon his hand :

A sword less hurt does than a pen. “What's that,” says she, “ that bargs its head,

As for exampleWhat at home Sinking and faint? 'Tis almost dead.”

You've well contriv'd to do at Rome, “ Madam, a red-breast that I found,

A pen blows up-before you come. By this wet season almost drown'd.”

You are suppos'd to undermine “Oh! bring him in, and keep him warm; The foe in some immense design. Robins do never any harm.”

A pen can bite you with a line;

There's forty ways to give a sign. ing the reader to recollect the change which she Well-all on fire away he stalk'd, made in her ministry in 1709, the year in which Till come to where the Eagle walkid. this poem was written; and referring to Rufinus. Bob did not shill-I shall-I go,

Nor said one word of friend or foe;

N.

But flirting at him made a blow,

They made with hurry towards the lakes; As game-cocks with their gauntlets do.

And he his pinions o'er them sbakes. At which the eagle gracefully

They had not (with such horrour fillid) Cast a disdaining, sparkling eye;

The eourage to let one be kill'd: As who should say-What's this, a fly?

They fled, and left no foe behind, But no revenge at all did take,

Unless it were the fleeting wind : He spard him for their lady's sake,

Only-a man by water took Who ponderd these things in her mind,

Two fine young merlins and a rook. And took the conduct of the eagle kind.

The family had now repose : Upon reflection now to show

But with the Sun the Eagle rose; What harm the least of things may do,

Th’imperial bird pursu'd the foe, Mad Robin, with his cursed flirt,

More toil than rest inur'd to know. One of the eagle's deyes had hurt;

He wing'd bis way to Latian land, Ipfam'd it, made it red and sore:

Where first was hatch'd this murdering band; But the affront iufiam'd it more.

He darted death where'er he came, Oh, how the family did tear!

Some of them dying at his name. To fire the house, could scarce forbear:

Their mighty foe-a fatal pledge, With scoru, not pain, the eagle fir'd,

Their bowels tore through every hedge : Murmur'd disdain, and so retir'd.

They flutter, sbriek, and caw, and hiss, Robin, to offer some relief,

Their strength decays, and fears increase : In words like these would heal their grief:

But most the chevaliers the geese. “ Should th' Eagle die (which Heaven So many slaughter'd fowl there was, forbid !)

Their carcases block'd-up the ways; We ought some other to provide.

The rest he drove, half spent, pell-mell, I do not say that any now

Quite to the walls of Pontifell. Are fit, but in a year or two:

Robin at home, though mad to hear And should this mighty warrior fall,

He should so conquer every where,
They should not want a general.”

Expostulated thus with fear:
As men have long observ'd, that one

Ungrateful I, that so have stirrid Misfortune seldom comes alone;

Against this generous, noble bird, Just in the moment this was done,

Wast thou not first by him preferr'd! ” Ten thousand foes in sight were come:

Let's leave him in his gall to burn, Vultures, and kites, and birds of prey,

And back to Pontifell return. In flocks so thick-they darken'd day.

There some to chimney-tops aspire, A long-concerted force and strong,

To turrets some that could fly higher ; Vermin of all kinds made the throng;

Some 'bove a hundred miles were gone, Foxes were in the faction join'd,

To roost them at Byzantium.
Who waited their approach to ground.

Alas! in vain was their pretence,
By every hand, from common fame,

He broke through all their strong defence: . The frightful face of danger came.

Down went their fences, wires, and all; One cries, “What help now-who can tell ? Perches and birds together fall. I'm glad the Eagle's here, and well !"

None hop'd his power to withstand, Another out of breath with fear,

But gave the nest to his command: Says, “ Thousands more near sea appear;

They told him of ten thousand more, They'll swop our chicken from the door;

In flocks along the Ganges' shore, We never were so set before:

Safe in their furrows, free from trouble, We're glad the Eagle will forget,

Like partridges among the stubble.
And the invaders kill or beat.”

He spreads himself, and cuts the air,
Reservd and great, his noble mind,

And steady flight soon brought him there, Above all pretty things inclin'd,

Lord, how deceiv'd and vex'd he was ! Abhorr'd the thoughts of any thing,

To find they were but meer jackdaws. But what his lady's peace could bring :

A hundred thousand all in light, Who bless'd him first, and bade him do

They all could chatter, not one fight. As he was wont, and beat the foe.

“ I'll deal by them as is their due : Burning and restless as the Sun,

Shough!" cry'd the eagle ; off they flew. Until this willing work was done;

His flashing eye their hearts confounds, He whets bis talons, stretch'd his wings,

Though by their flight secure from wounds, His lightning darts, and terrour fings;

Which was a signal, fatal baulk Towers with a flight into the sky,

To a late swift Italian hawk. These million monsters to descry,

The Eagle would no rest afford,
Prepard to conquer, or to die.

Till he had sent my lady word;
The party, that so far was come,

Who when she heard the dear surprise,
Thought not the eagle was at home :

Wonder and joy stood in her eyes. To fame and danger usd in field,

“ My faithful Eagle, bast thou then They knew he'd quickly make them yield: My mortal foes destroy'd again? But, on assurance he was near,

Return, return, and on me wait; locumber'd, faint, and dead with fear,

Be thou the guardian of my gate;

Thee and thy friends are worth my care, 3 Opberpe, amongst the Greeks, signifies “Ho. Thy foes (if any such there are) nour as tender as the eye." KING,

Shall my avenging anger share.”

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