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Preface concerning Ovid's Epiftles
Tranflations from Ovid's Art of Love.
AJAX AND ULYSSES:
From the Thirteenth Book of
HE chiefs were fet, the foldiers crown'd the field:
To these the mafter of the fevenfold fhield
Upftarted fierce and kindled with disdain,
His boiling rage, he roll'd his eyes around
But bafely fled that memorable day,
When I from Hector's hands redeem'd the flaming prey.
So much 'tis fafer at the noisy bar
With words to flourish, than engage in war.
His arms are a smooth tongue, and soft decelt.
But fuch an abject rival makes it lefs.