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your hands,

Some mighty chief you want, for whom to sweat ;
Yourselves you know not, or at least forget,
And fondly bleed, that others may be great:
Meanly you toil, to give yourselves away ;
And die, to leave the world a tyrant's prey.
The gods and fortune do at length afford
A cause most worthy of a Roman sword.

At length 'tis fafe to conquer. Pompey now
Cannot, by your success, too potent grow ;
Yet now, ignobly, you

withhold When nearer liberty your aid demands. Of three who durit the fovereign power invade, 455 Two by your fortune's kinder doom lie dead; And shall the Pharian sword and Parthian bow Do more for liberty and Rome, than you? Base as you are, in vile subjection go, And scorn what Ptolemy did ill bestow.

460 Ignobly innocent, and meanly good, You durft not stain your hardy hands in blood; Feebly awhile you fought, but foon did yield, And Hled the first from dire Pharsalia's field; Go then secure, for Cæsar will be good, 465 Will pardon those who are with ease subdued ; The pitying victor will in mercy spare The wretch, who never durit provoke his war. Go, sordid llaves! one lordly master gone, Like heirlooins go from father to the fon. 470 Still to enhance your fervile merit more, Bear fad Cornelia weeping from the shore; Meanly for hire expose the matron's life, Metellus' daughter fell, and Pompey's wife ;




Take too his sons : let Cæsar find in you 475
Wretches that may ev'n Ptolemy out-do.
but let not my devoted life be spar'd,
The tyrant greatly Thall that deed reward;
Such is the price of Cato's hated head,
That all your former wars shall well be paid ;
Kill me, and in my blood do Cæfar right,
*Tis mean to have no other guilt but flight.

He said, and stopp'd the flying naval power ;
Back they return'd, repenting, to the shore.
As when the bees their waxen town forsake, 485
Carelefs in air their wandering way they take,
No more in clustering fwarms condens’d they fly,
But feet uncertain through the various sky;
No more from flowers they suck the liquid sweet,
But all their care and industry forget :

490 Then if at length the tinkling brass they hear, With swift amaze their flight they soon-forbear; Sudden their flowery labours they renew, Hang on the thyme, and sip the balmy dew. Meantime, secure on Hybla's fragrant plain, 495 With joy exults the happy shepherd fwain ; Proud that his art' had thus preserv'd his store, He scorns to think his homely cottage poor. With such prevailing force did Cato's care The fierce inpatient soldiers minds prepare, ' "To learn obedience, and endure the war.

And now their minds, unknowing of repose, With busy-roil to exercise' he chose; Still with successive labours are they ply'd, And oft-in long and weary marches tryd. 505


Before Cyrene's walls they now fit down ;
And here the victor's mercy well was shown,
He takes no vengeance of the captive town ;
Patient he spares, and bids the vanquish'd live,
Since Catu, who could conquer, could forgive. 510
Hence, Libyan Juba's realms they mean t explore,
Juba, who borders on the swarthy Moor;
But Nature's boundaries the journey stay,
The Syrts are fix'd athwart the middle way;
Yet led by daring Virtue on they press,

5:5 Scorn opposition, and still hope success.

When nature's hand the first formation try'd,
When seas from lands she did at first divide,
The Syrts, not quite of sea nor land bereft,
A mingled mass uncertain still the left ;

For nor the land with seas is quite o'er-Spread,
Nor sink the waters deep their oozy bed,
Nor earth defends its shore, nor lifts aloft its head.
The site with neither, and with each complies,
Doubtful and inaccessible it lies;

Or 'tis a fea with shallows hank'd around,
Or 'tis a broken land with waters drown'd;
Here shores advanc'd o'er Neptune's rule we find,
And there an inland ocean lags behind.
Thus nature's purpofe, by herself destroy'd,
Is useless to herself and unemploy'd,

of her creation still is void.
Perhaps, when first the world and time began,
Her swelling tides and plenteous waters ran;
But long confining on he burning zone,

535 The finking feas have felt the neighbouring sun : Сс 2






Still by degrees we see how they decay,
And scarce resist the thirsty God of Day.
Perhaps, in distant ages, 'twill be found,
When future funs have run the burning round,
These Syrts shall all be dry and solid grouud;
Small are the depths their scanty waves retain,
And earth grows daily on the yielding main.

And now the loaden fleet with active oars
"Divide the liquid plain, and leave the shores, 54-5
When cloudy skies a gathering storm presage,
And Aufter from the South began to rage.
Full from the land the founding tempest roars,
Repels the swelling furge, and sweeps the shores;
The wind pursues, drives on the rolling fand,
And gives new.limits to the growing land.
'Spite of the seamen's toil, the storm prevails ;
In vain with skilful strength he hands the fails,
In vain the cordy cables bind them fast,
At once it rips and rends them from the mast; 555
At once the winds the fluttering canvas tear,
Then whirl and whisk it through the sportive air.
Some, timely.for the rising rage prepar'd,
Furl the loose theet, and laih it to the yard :
In vain their care; sudden the furious blast
Snaps by the board, and bears away the mast;
Of tackling, fails, and masts, at once bereft,
The ship a naked helpless hull is left.
Forc'd round and round, the quits her purpos'd way,
And bounds uncertain o'er the swelling sea.
But happier fome a steady course maintain,
Who stand far out, and keep the deeper-main.




Their masts they cut, ånd, driving with the tide,
Safe o'er the surge beneath the teinpest ride :
In vain did, from the southern coast, their foe,
All black with clouds, old stormy Aufter blow;
Lowly secure amidst the waves they lay,
Old ocean heav'd his back, and roll'd them on their way:
Some on the shallows ftrike, and doubtful stand,
Part beat by waves, part fix'd upon the sand. 575
Now pent amidst the shoals the billows roar;
Dash on the banks, and scorn the new-made fhore :
Now by the wind driven on in heaps they swell,
The stedfalt banks both winds and waves repel:
Still with united force they rage in vain,
The sandy piles their station fix'd maintain,
And lift their heads secure amidst the watery plain.
There 'scap'd from feas, upon the faithless strand,
With weeping eyes the shipwreck'd feamen stand;
And, cast aflore, look vainly out for land.
Thus some were lost; but far the greater part,
Preserv'd from danger by the pilot's art,
Keep on their course, a happier fate partake,,
And reach in safety the Tritonian lake.
These waters to the tuneful god are dear,

590 Whose vocal shell the fea-green Nereids hear; These Pallas loves, so tells reporting fame, Here first from heaven to earth the goddess came, (Heaven's neighbourhood the warmer clime betrays, And speaks the nearer Sun's immediately rays) 595 Here her first footsteps on the brink she staid,, Here in the watery glass her form survey'd, And call'd herself from hence the chalte Tritonian? maid..


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