What greater Good can bless the Phrygian King,
His Hoft, and all who from his Lineage fpring,
Than these Diftractions, which our Chiefs divide,
Who lead our Armies, and our Councils guide!
Let me prevail to calm your fatal Rage,
Obey the Dictates of maturer Age;

A Race of Heroes, more than Mortals brave,
Once lov'd the Counfels which my Reafon gave;
Such Chiefs no more will to thefe Eyes appear,
As God-like Thefeus, and Pirithous were;
Dryas the Juft, and Polypheme the Strong,
And Ceneus, worthy an Immortal Song;

Strongest of Men, the strongest Beasts they kill'd,
Huge Mountain-Monfters, and fierce Centaurs quell'd:
With these I liv'd, with these in Arms I fought,
From diftant Pyle by Invitation brought;
None now alive thefe Heroes durft provoke,
Yet they wou'd liften when your Nestor spoke.
Taught by thefe great Examples, Both fubmit
To what I judge, by long Experience, fit;
Stretch not, Atrides, your Prerogative,
Of lawful Prize this Heroe to deprive:
Nor you, Achilles, with our Leader vie,
For Jove has rais'd no Monarch's Throne fo high:
Born of a Goddess, you more Strength may boaft,
But he more Empire, who Commands our Hoft.
Yet first, Atrides, let your Paffion ceafe,
Then Calm Advice Achilles hill appeafe;
Whom ftill we find, when press'd by Trojans hard,
Our strongest Bulwark, and fecureft Guard.

Well have you fpoke, Atrides then reply'd;
But this proud Captain wou'd o'er Kings prefide,
Controul Superiors, and Command the Field,
Affecting Empire, which no Prince will yield;
The Gods, that gave him his undaunted Mind,
Conferr'd no License to defame Mankind.

His Speech half ended thus Achilles broke; My fervile Neck deferv'd thy galling Yoke,

If, worthless, and afraid, I yielded still
With tame Submiffion to thy boundless Will,
But now let others blind Obfervance pay,
No more will I fuch Infolence obey :
One Hint befides I give, obferve it right,
The Gods forbid me in this Cause to Fight;
Convey Brisëis, as thy Captive, home,
Since partial Gracians their own Gift refume;
But Tyrant, on thy Life, this warning take,
And let thy Hands no more Refumptions make ;
When e'er the bold Experiment they try,
The Crimson Blood my fpotted Launce fhall dye.
Thus Rival Princes, while the Affembly fate,
Fighting with Words maintain'd a rude Debate:
Rifing at last, the Council they adjourn'd,
And ftern Achilles to his Tent return'd.

Atrides then Religious Rites began,

Launch'd a new Veffel in the yielding Main,
Adorn'd her Sides with Twenty fhining Oars,
And fent a Cargo of the choiceft Stores ;
On Board Chryseis was conducted last,
And Wife Vlyffes with Command was grac'd;
Thus fraught with Gifts to reconcile the God,
The well-trimm'd Pinnace plough'd the liquid Road.
With equal Care he purify'd the Coast
From foul Pollutions of his finful Hoft;
The Greeks, in Ocean wide, their Ordures threw,
To please the God whole Hecatombs they flew;
Fat Bulls and Goats lay burning on the Shore,
And curling Smoak to Heav'n the Savour bore.

Thefe Pious Works perform'd, Atrides still
Resolv'd his threaten'd Vengeance to fulfil;
Talthybius and Eurybates he fent,

Charg'd with this Meffage to the Hero's Tent:
Go, bring Brisëis to my longing Arms,"
Command Achilles to refign her Charms;
Or else your Monarch will in Person come,
By force o Canaueft to revoke her Doom,.

The Heralds acted what their Sov'raign spoke, Along the Shoar unwilling Steps they took; But laft to ftrong Theffalian Quarters went, And found Achilles Penfive in his Tent:

Stern was his Look when their Approach he faw; Their anxious Minds were ftruck with deepest Awe; Amaz'd they stood, and no Demand they made, But he, divining their bold Meffage, faid:

Welcome ye Meffengers of Gods and Men, Not you I blame, but your proud King condemn: know the Tyrant my fair Prize demands; Patroclus, lead her to their awful Hands: That each a Witnefs of my Wrongs may prove Before all Kings on Earth, and Gods above; When e'er the Grecian Pow'rs, opprefs'd with Woes, In vain fhall urge me to repel their Foes:

For wild Atrides, with Diftraction loft,

No more from Slaughter can preferve their Hoft;
No more in Fight their finking Fleet protect,
Nor by things paft their future Schemes direct.
He fpoke. Patroclus his Command obey'd,
And to their Hands refign'd the Beaut'ous Maid;
Away fhe went, with an unwilling Heart;
Her mourning Lover, from his Friends apart,
Sate weeping on the Coaft, the Sea furvey'd,
And with extended Arms to Thetis pray'd.
Indulgent Goddess! fince Decrees of Fate,
My Life have bounded with so short a Date;
Great Jove with Glory was oblig'd to Crown
The number'd Years of your unhappy Son:
But now, behold me wrong'd with open Shame,
And robb'd of all that's dear, the Captive Dame.
The Goddess heard her weeping Son complain,
With Nereus fitting in the deepest Main;
Strait like a Mift fhe rofe, regain'd the Land,
Sate down before him, ftroak'd him with her Hand,
And faid, Why weeps my Son? Thy Grief declare,
And let thy tender Parent bear her share.

With Sighs he faid, O Queen! 'tis vain to tell What happen'd lately, and you know fo well: Strong Thebes we took, King Oction's facred Seat, And ftow'd with Plunder our Triumphant Fleet: The Grecian Princes fhar'd the Spoils they got, But first referving, as the fairest Lot,

Chryseis for their Chief: Her Father came
With Gifts to Ranfom that unhappy Dame;
Apollo's Scepter and his Crown he bore,
Intreating much the Greeks, Atrides more:
The Greeks his Pray'r with due Compaffion heard,
His Gifts approv'd, and Character rever'd:
But proud Atrides, with Displeasure mov'd,
Difmifs'd the good Old Man, with Threats reprov'd:
He went, and pray'd to have his Wrong redress'd,
And Phabus heard him, for he lov'd his Prieft:
A Plague he fent, and Fatal Arrows flew
Around our Quarters, and our Army flew:
A Prophet then reveal'd the God's Decree ;
I mov'd the Greeks to fet Chrysëis free,

And urg'd our brutal Chief, who loudly storm'd,
To threaten Vengeance, which he fince perform'd.
Well guarded home with Joy Chryseis went,
And Holy Victims were to Phoebus fent:
Then curs'd Atrides feiz'd my lovely Maid,
With whom the Greeks my glorious Service paid.
But now, O Goddefs! kind Affiftance lend,
In fearch of dire Revenge to Heav'n afcend:
Complain to Jove, and if by Word or Deed
You ever pleas'd him, may your Pray'rs fucceed:
Oft have I heard you in Theffalia boast,
That you alone, of all th' Etherial Hoft,
His Fate prevented, and his Foes withstood,
When Pow'rs Divine wou'd bind their Sov'raign God:
When Juno, Pallas, Neptune, all conspir'd,
You, Thetis, you, with juft Refentment fir'd,
To fave the Godhead from ignoble Bands,
Brought up Briareus with his Hundred Hands;

Immortals by that Name the Gyant know,
Call'd Great Ageon in the World below:
Stronger than Titan, next to Jove he fate,
Pleas'd with his Poft, and wond'ring at his Fate;
Then all the Rebel Deities withdrew,

Nor durft their bold, unfinish'd Plot pursue.
Of this Succefs remind unthinking Jove,
Embrace his Knees, ufe all your Pow'r Above
To fuccour Troy, and Phrygian Troops defend,
That fwift Deftruction may their Foes attend:
Let King Atrides, fculking on the Main,
There bless the Greeks with his Aufpicious Reign,
And feel the Vengeance of his Crime at last,
Who thus in War the braveft Chief disgrac❜d.

A Defcription of the Enchanted Palace and Garden of Armida, whither two Knights from the Chriftian Camp were come in Search of Rinaldo. English'd from Taffo's Jerufalem, Book the Sixth, By Mrs. ELIZABETH SINGER.

T

HE Palace in a circling Figure rose,

Its lofty Bounds a Silvan Scene inclofe;
Expanded there a beauteous Garden lay,
Where never-fading Flow'rs their Pride display,
A thousand Demons kept their Lodgings round,
Whofe Arts with endless Labyrinths confound
Each Paffage to the fair Enchanted Ground.
A hundred Gates adorn the stately Place,
The chief of which the Heroes wond'ring pass:
The Folding-doors on Golden Hinges turn,
With polish'd Gold the radiant Pillars burn;
But all the dazzling precious Metal's Coft,
Was in the rich unvalu'd Sculpture loft,

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