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His servants names he has forgotten quite ;
Next to the raven's age, the Pylian 3 king
3 Neffor king of Pylus; who was 300 years old, according to Homer's account, at least as he is understood by his expositors.
4 The ancients counted by their fingers. Their Left hand served them until they came up to an hundred. After that they used the Right, to express all greater numbers.
5 The Fates were three fisters, who had all some peculiar business alligned them by the poets, in relation to the lives of men. The first held the distaff; the second spun the thread; and the third cut it.
Thus mourn'd old Peleus for Achilles flain, And thus Ulysses' father did complain. How fortunate an end had Priam made, Among his ancestors a mighty fhade, While Troy yet stood : when Hector, with the race Of royal baftards, "might his fun'ral grace: Amidst the tears of Trojan dames inurn’d, And by his loyal daughters truly mourn'd! Had Heav'n so blest him, he had dy'd before The fatal fleet to Sparta Paris bore. But mark what age produc'd; he liv'd to see His town in Aames, his falling monarchy : In fine, the feeble fire, reduced by fate, To change his scepter for a sword, too late, His 6 last effort before Jove's altar tries : A soldier half, and half a sacrifice : Falls like an ox, that waits the coming blow Old and unprofitable to the plough. At 7 least, he dy'd a man ; his
surviv'd, To howl, and in a barking body liv'd.
I hasten to our own; nor will relate
6 Whilft Troy was facking by the Greeks, old king Priam is faid to have buckled on his armour, to oppose them. Which he had no sooner done, but he was met by Pyrrhus, and Nain before the temple of Jupiter, in his own palace, as we have the ftory finely told in Virgil's second Æneid.
7 Hecuba, his queen, escaped the swords of the Grecians, and out lived him. It seems, she behaved herself fo fiercely and uneasily to her husband's murderers while she lived, that the poets thought fit to turn her into a Bitch, when the died.
8 Mithridates, after he had disputed the empire of the world for 40 years together with the Romans, was at last deprived of life and empire by Pompey the great.
9 Croefus, in the midst of his profperity, making his boast to Solon, how happy he was, received this answer from the wife man, That no one could pronounce himself happy, until he saw what his end should be. The truth of this Cræsus found, when he was put in chains by Cyrus, and condemned to die. 4
Whom Solon wisely counsellid to attend
That Marius was an exile, that he fled,
Campania, I fortune's malice to prevent,
Cethegus, 2 tho'a traytor to the state,
To Venus, the fond mother makes a pray'r,
1 Pompey, in the midst of his glory, fell into a dangerous fit of fickness, at Naples. A great many cities then made public fupplications for him. He recovered, was beaten at Pharfalia, Aled to Ptolomy king of Ægypt; and instead of receiving protection at his court, had his head struck off by his order, to please Cæsar.
2 Cethegus was one that conspired with Cataline, and was put to death by the senate.
3 Cataline died fighting.
And pleas'd, to see the wond'ring people pray
Lucretia's fate would bar that vow:
But, for his mother's boy, the beau, what frights
We never read of such a tyrant king
4 Virginia was killed by her own father, to prevent her being exposed to the lust of Appius Claudius, who had ill designs upon her. The story at large is in Livy's third book ; and it is a remarkable one, as it gave occasion to the putting down the power of the Decemviri; of whom Appius was one.
Guess, when he undertakes this public war,
Adult'rers are with dangers round beset;
But your Endymion, your smooth, smock’d-fac'd boy, Unrivall’d, shall a beauteous dame enjoy: Not so: one more salacious, rich, and old, Outbids, and buys her pleasure for her gold : Now he must moil, and drudge for one he loaths: She keeps him high, in equipage and clothes : She pawns her jewels, and her rich attire, And thinks the workman worthy of his hire : In all things elfe immoral, stingy, mean ; But, in her lufts, a conscionable quean.
He may be handsome, yet be chafte, you fay; Good observator, not so fast away : Did it not cost the 5 modest youth his life, Who shunn'd th’ embraces of his father's wife ? And was not t’ other 6 strippling forced to fly, Who coldly did his patron's queen deny; And pleaded laws of hospitality ? The ladies charg'd'em home, and turn’d the tale ; With shame they redden'd, and with spight grew pale. 'Tis dang’rous to deny the longing dame; She loses pity, who has lost her shame.
5 Hippolitus, the son of Theseus, was loved by his mother-inlaw Phædra. But he not complying with her, the procured his death.
6 Bellerophon, the son of king Glaucus, residing some time at the court of Patus king of the Argives, the queen, Sthenobæa, fell in love with him. But he refusing her, she turned the accusation upon him; and he narrowly escaped Pætus's vengeance.