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For gold, whate'er to sacred use is lent,

165 Take it, and the rapacious foe prevent. This only mark of friendship we intreat, Seek not to fhun us in thy low estate ; But let our Lesbos, in thy ruin, prove, As in thy greatness, worthy of thy love.

17 Much was the leader mov'd, and joy'd to find Faith had not quite abandon’d human-kind. To me (he cry’d) for ever were you dear; Witness the pledge committed to your care : Here in security. I plac'd my home,

175 My houshold-gods, my heart, my wife, my Rome. I know what ransom might your pardon buy, And yet I trust you, yet to you I fly. But, oh! too long my woes you singly bear; I leave you, not for lands which I prefer, But that the world the common load Inay

Thare. Lesbos ! for ever sacred be thy name! May late pofterity thy truth proclaim ! Whether thy fair example spread around, Or whether, singly, faithful thou art found : 185 For ’tis refoly’d, 'tis fix'd within my mind, To try the doubtful world, and prove

mankind, Oh! grant, good heaven! if there be one alone, One gracious power so loft a cause to own, Grant, like the Lesbians, I my


Such who, though Cæsar threaten, dare be kind :
Who, with the same just hospitable heart,
May leave me free to enter, or depart.

He ceas'd; and to the ship his partner bore,
While loud complainings fill the founding ihore. 195


find; 190



It seem'd as if the nation with her pass’d,
And banishment had laid their island waste.
Their second sorrows they to Pompey give,
For her, as for their citizen, they grieve.
Ev’n though glad victory had call’d her thence,
And her lord's bidding been the just pretence ;
The Lesbian matrons had in tears been drown'd,
And brought her weeping to the watery bound.
So was the lov’d, so winning was her grace,
Such lowly sweetness dwelt upon her face ; 205
Jn such humility her life the led,
Ev’n while her lord was Rome's commanding head,
As if his fortune were already fled.

Half hid in seas descending Phæbus lay,
And upwards half, half downwards shot the day;
When wakeful cares revolve in Pompey's soul,
And run the wide world o'er, from pole to pole.
Each realm, each city, in his mind are weighd,
Where he may fly, from whence depend on aid.
Weary'd at length beneath the load of woes, 215
And those sad scenes his future views disclose,
In conversation for relief he fought,
And exercis'd on various themes his thought.
Now fits he by the careful pilot's side,
And asks what rules their watery journey guide;
What lights of heaven his art attends to most,
Bound by the Libyan or the Syrian coast.

To him, intent upon the rolling skies, The heaven-instructed shipman thus replies: Of all yon multitude of golden stars,

225 Which the wide rounding sphere incessant bears,


The cautious mariner relies on none,
But keeps him to the constant pole alone.
When o'er the yard the lesser Bear aspires,
And from the topmalt gleain its paly fires, 2 30
Then Bofphorus near-neighbouring we explore,
And hear loud billows beat the Scythian shore:
But when Calisto's shining fon defcends,
And the low Cynosure tow'rds ocean bends,
For Syria straight we know the vessel bears, 235
Where first Canopos' southern lign appears.
If ftill upon the left those stars thou keep,
And, paffing Pharos, plow the foamy deep
Then right a-head thy luckless bark shall reach
The Libyan shoals, and Syrts unfaithful beach.
But say, for lo! on thee attends my hand,
What course doit thou assign? what feas, what

land ?
Speak, and the helm shall turn at thy command.

To him the chief, by doubts uncertain tost; Oh, fly the Latian and Theffalian coast :

245 Those only lands avoid. For all beside, Yield to the driving winds, and rolling tide ; Let fortune, where she please, a port provide. Till Lesbos did my dearest pledge restore, That thought determin’d me to seek that More : 250 All ports, all regions, but those fatal two, Are equal to unhappy Pompey now.

Scarce had he spoke, when straight the master veerd, And right for Chios, and for Asia iteer'd. The working waves the course inverted feel,

255 And dash and foam beneath the winding keel. Z




With art like this, on rapid chariots borne,
Around the column skilful racers turn :
The nether wheels bear nicely on the goal,
The further, wide, in distant circles roll.

Now day's bright beams the various earth disclose,
And o'er the fading stars the sun arose;
When Pompey gathering to his fide beheld
The scatter'd relicks of Pharsalia's field.
First from the Lesbian isle his son drew near, 265
And soon a troop of faithful chiefs appear.
Nor purple princes, yet, disdain to wait
On vanquish'd Pompey's humbler low eitate.
Proud monarchs, who in eastern kingdoms reign,
Mix in the great illustrious exile's train,
From thefe, apart, Deiotarus he draws,
The long-approv'd companion of his cause :
Thou best (he cries) of all my royal friends!
Since with our loss Rome's power and empire ends ;
What yet remains, but that we call from far

275 The eastern nations, to support the war! Euphrates has not own'd proud Cæfar’s fide, And Tigris olls a yet unconquer'd tide. Let it not grieve thee, then, to seek for aid From the wild Scythian, and remotest Mede. To Parthia's monarch my distress declare, And at his throne speak this my


prayer. If faith in ancient leagues is to be found, Leagues by our altars and your Magi bound, Now string the Getic and Armenian bow,

283 And in full quivers feather’d Mafts bestow.




If when o'er Caspian hills my troops I led,
**Gainst Allans, in eternal warfare bred,
I sought not once to make your Parthians yield,
But left them free to range the Persian field.
Beyond th’ Affyrian bounds my eagles flew,
And conquer'd realms, that Cyrus never knew;
Ev'n to the utmost eait ( urgʻd my way,
And ere the Persian, saw the rising day :
Yet while beneath my yoke the nations bend, 295
"I fought the Parthian only as my friend.
Yet more; when Carræ blush'd with Crassus' blood,
And Latium her severefi vengeance vow'd;
When war with Parthia was the common cry,
Who stop'd the fury of that rage, but I?
If this be true, through Zeugma take your way,
Nor let Euphrates' stream the march delay;
In gratitude, to my allistance come;
Fight Pompey's cause, and conquer willing Rome.

He said; the monarch chearfully obey'd, 305
And straight aside his royal rabes he laid;
Then bid his flaves their humbler vestments bring:
And in that servile veil conceals the king,
Thus majesty gives its proud trappings o'er,
And humbly seeks for safety from the poor.

310 The poor, who no disguises need, nor wear ; Unbleft with greatness, and unvex'd with fear. His princely friend now safe convey'd to land, The chief o'erpass’d the fam'd Ephesian strand, Icaria's rocks, with Colophon’s smooth deep, 315 And foamy cliffs with rugged Samos keep.


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