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Consuls of mod'rate Pow'r in Calms were made; When the Gauls came, one sole Dictator sway'd.
Patriots, in Peace, assert the Peoples Right; With noble Stubbornness resisting Might: No Lawless Mandates from the Court receive, Nor lend by Force; but in a Body give. Such was your gen'rous Grandfire; free to grant In Parliaments, that weigh'd their Prince's Want: But so tenacious of the Common Cause, As not to lend the King against his Laws. And, in a loathsom Dungeon doom'd to lie, In Bonds retain'd his Birthright Liberty, And sham’d Oppression, till it ses him free. O true Descendent of a Patriot Line,
[thine, Who, while thou shar'st their Lustre, lend'st 'em Vouchsafe this Picture of thy Soul to see; 'Tis so far Good, as it resembles thee: The Beauties to th' Original I owe; Which, when I miss, my own Defects I show: Nor think the Kindred-Muses thy Disgrace; A Poet is not born in ev'ry Race,
Two of a House, few Ages can afford;
CONNEXION to the former Story. Ovid, having told how Theseus had freed Athens
from the Tribute of Children, (which was impos’d on them by Minos King of Creta) by killing the Minotaur, here makes a Digression to the Story of Meleager and Atalanta, which is one of the most inartificial Connexions in all the Metamorphoses: For he only says, that Theseus obtain'd such Honour from that Combate, that all Greece had recour se to him in their Necessities ; and, amongst others, Calydon; though the Heroe of that Country, Prince Meleager, was then living.
ROM him, the Caledonians fought
Night Fir'd with Difdain, and jealous of her Right, Unhonour'd though I am, at least, faid she, Not unreveng'd that impious Ad fhall be. Swift as the Word, fhe sped the Boar away, With Charge on thofe devoted Fields to prey.
No larger Bulls th' Ægyptian Pastures feed,
[keep. Their Shepherds, nor the Grooms their Bulls can