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Among ourselves our bonds we will deplore,
And Rome shall serve the rebel fon se bore.
Why would'st thou bid our foes trangress their bound,
And teach their feet to tread Hesperian ground ?
With ensigns, torn from Crafus, fhall they come,
And, with his ravish'd honours, threaten Rome;
His fate those blood-stain'd eagles shall recall,
And hover dreadful o'er their native wall.

Canst thou believe the monarch, who withheld
His only forces from Emathia's field,
Will bring his succours to thy waining state,
And bravely now defy the victor's hate ?
No eastern courage forms a thought so great.
In cold laborious climes the wintery north
Brings her undaunted hardy warriors forth,
In body and in mind untaught to yield,
Stubborn of foul, and feady in the field;
While Asia's softer climate, form’d to please, 485
Diffolves her sons in insolence and ease.
Here filken robes invest unmanly limbs,
And in long trains the flowing purple streams.
Where no rude hills Sarmatia's wilds restrain,
Or rushing Tigris cuts the level plain,
Swifter than winds along the champian borne,
At liberty they fly, or fight, or turn,
And, distant ftill, the vain pursuer scorn.
Nor with like ease they force their warlike way,
Where rough unequal grounds their speed delay. 495
Whene'er the thicker shades of night arise,
Unaim'd the shaft, and unavailing, flies.





Nor are they form’d with constancy to meet
Those toils, that make the panting foldier fweat:
To climb the heights, to stem the rapid flood,
To make the dusty noon-day battle good,
Horrid with wounds, and cruited o'er in blood.
Nor war's machines they know, nor have the skill
To shake the rampire, the trench to fill :
Each fence that can their winged shafts endure, 305
Stands, like a fort impregnable, fecure.
Light are their skirmishes, their war is flight,
And still to wheel their wavering troops delight.
To taint their coward darts, is all their care,
And then to trust them to the fitting air.
Whene'er their bows have spent the feather'd store,
The mighty business of their war is o'er :
No manly strokes they try, nor hånd to hard
With cleaving swords in sturdy combate fand.
With swords the valiant still their foes invade; 515
These call in drugs and poison to their aid.
Are these the powers to whom thou bidft us fly?
Is this the land in which thy bones would lie?
Shall these barbarian hands for thee provide
The grave, to thy unhappy friend deny'd ?
But be it fo! that death shall bring thee peace,
That here thy forrows and thy toils thall cease.
Death is what man fhould with. But, oh! what fate
Shall on thy wife, thy sad survivor, wait!
For her, where lust with lawless empire reigns,
Somewhat more terrible than death remains.
Have we not heard, with wirat abhorr'd desires
The Parthian Venus feeds her guilty fires ?



How their wild monarch, like the bestial race,
Spreads the pollution of his lewd embrace ? 530
Unaw'd by reverence of connubial rites,
In multitudes, luxurious, he delights :
When gorg'd with feasting, and infiam'd with wine,
No joys can fate him, and no laws confine;
Forbidding Nature, then, commands in vain,

From fifters and from mothers to abstain.
The Greek and Roman, with a trembling ear,
Th’ unwilling crime of Cedipus may hear;
While Parthian kings like deeds, with glory, own,
And boast incestuous titles to the throne.

540 If crimes like these they can securely brave, What laws, what power, shall thy Cornelia save ? Think, how the helpless matron may be led, The thousandth harlot, to the royal bed. Though when the tyrant clasps his noble flave,

545 And hears to whom her plighted hand she gave, Her beauties oft in fcorn he shall prefer, And choose t' infult the Roman name in her. These are the powers to whom thou would'st submit, And Rome's revenge and Crassus' quite forget. 550 Thy cause, preferr'd to his, becomes thy shame, And blots, in common, thine and Cæsar's name. With how much greater glory might you join, To drive the Daci, or to free the Rhine ! How well your conquering legions might you lead, 555 'Gainst the fierce Bactrian and the haughty Mede ! Level proud Babylon's aspiring domes, And with their spoils inrich our flaughter'd leaders tombs?


No longer, Fortune ! let our friendship laft,
Our peace, ill-omend, with the barbarous Ezt; 560
If civil strife with Cæsar's conquest end,
To Asia let his prosperous arins extend :
Eternal wars there let the victor wage,
And on proud Parthia pour the Roman rage.
There I, there all, his victories may bless, 565
And Rome herself make vows for his success.
Whene'er thou pass the cold Araxes o’er,

An aged fhade shall grcet thee on the shore,
Transfix'd with arrows, mournful, pale, and hoar.
And art thou (hall he cry, complaining) come 570
In peace and friendship, to these foes of Rome ?
Thou! froin whose hand we hop'd revenge in vain,
Poor naked ghosts, a thin unbury'd train,
That flit, lamenting, o'er this dreary plain ?
On every side new objects shall disclose

575 Some mournful monument of Roman woes; On every wall fresh marks thou shalt descry, Where pale Hesperian heads were fix'd on high : Each river, as he rolls his purple tide, Shall own his waves in Latian slaughter dy'd. If sights like these thou canst with patience bear, What are the horrors which thy soul would fear? Ev'n Cæsar's self with joy may be beheld, Inthron’d on Naughter in Emathia's field. Say then, we grant, thy cautions were not vain, 585 Of Punic frauds and Juba's faithless reign ; Abounding Ægypt ihall receive thee yet, And yield, unquestion'd, a secure retreat..





By nature ftrengthend with a dangerous strand,
Her Syrts and untry'd channels guard the land.

Rich in the fatness of her plenteous foil,
She plants her only confidence in Nile.
Her monarch, bred beneath thy guardian cares,
His crown, the largess of thy bounty, wears.
Nor let unjust suspicions brand his truth;

595 Candour and innocence still dwell with youth. Trust not a power accuítom’d to be great, And vers’d in wicked policies of state. Old kings, long harden’d in the regal trade, By interest and by craft alone are sway'd, And violate with ease the leagues they made : While new ones still make conscience of the trust, True to their friends, and to their subjects juft.

He spoke; the listening fathers all were mov'd, And with concurring votes the thought approv'd. 605 So much ev'n dying Liberty prevailid, When Pompey's fuffrage, and his counsel fail'd.

And now Cilicia's coast the fleet forsake, And o'er the watery plain for Cyprus make. Cyprus to love's ambrosial goddess dear,

610 For ever grateful smoke the altars there : Indulgent still she hears the Paphian vows, And loves the favourite seas from whence she rose, So Fame reports, if we may credit Fame, When her fond tales the birth of gods proclaim, Unborn, and from eternity the same. The craggy clifts of Cyprus quickly past, The chief runs southward o'er the ocean vast.



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