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PHOSEON LiB-XIII.
EJfe,nec indomitae deberi praemia dextrae,^^
Ipfe quoque haec peteret : peteret moderatior
Ajax,
Eurypylusque ferox^claroque Andremone natus:
Nec minus ldomeneus,patriaque creatus eadem
Meriones: peteret majoris frater Atridae.
Quippe manu fortes (nec funt tibi JVLarte
fecundi) 360
Confiliis cejfere meis. tibi dextera bello
Utilis y ingenium eft, quod eget moderamine
noftri.
Tu rvires fine mente geris: mihi cur a futuri eft.
Tu pugnare potes: pugnandi tempora mecum
Eligit Atrides. tu tantum corpore prodesi 365
Nos animo. quantoque ratem qui temper at,
anteit
Remigis ojficium; quant0 dux milite major i
*Tinto ego te fupero. nec non in corpore no fir 0
Peffora funt potior a manu. 'vigor omnis in
Hits.
At vos, 0 Proceres} vigili date praemia <ves-
tro 370
Vroque tot annorum curis, quas anxius egi,
Hunc titulum meritis penfandum reddite nos-
tris.
Jam labor in fine eft. obftantia fata remo'vi :
Ultaque} poffe capi faciendo, Pergama cepi.
Per fpes nunc focias , cafuraquc moenia
Troum, 375
Per que Deos oro, quos hofti nuper ademi >•
Per ,fiquidfupereft, quodftfapienter agendums
Si quid adhuc audax , ex praecipitique peten-
dum;
Si Trojae fat is aliquid reft are putatis >•
Efte mei memores: aut fi mihi non datis ar-
ma; 380
Huic date. & oftenditfignumfatale Minervae.
Mot a manus procerum eft: &, quid facun-
dia pofet,
Re patuit fortisque viri tulit arma difertus.
Hector a qui folus, qui ferrum^ ignemque,
Jovemque
Suftinuit toties :unamnon fuftinet iram: 385
ImjiBumque virum 'vincit dolor, adripit enjem:
Et,Meus hie certe eft. an & hunc fibt pofcet
XJlixes ?
Hoc3 ait, utendum eft in me mihi: quique
cruore
Saepe Phrygum maduit , domini nunc caede
madebit:
Tom. II. Ne
3}
PHOSES. BookXIII. 425-
„ And more avail'd than Strength , my valiant
Friend
Had urg'd a better Right, than Ajax can pretend:
As good at leaft Euryplus may claim,
,, And the more mod'rate Ajax of the Name:
,, The Cretan King , and his brave Charioteer,
,, And Menelaus bold with Sword, and Spear:
,, All thefe had been my Rivals in the Shield,
„ And yet all thefe to my Pretenhons yield.
,, Thy boift'rous Hands are then of ufe, when I
„ With this directing Head thofe Hands apply.
„ Brawn without Brain is thine : My prudent Care
,, Forefecs, provides, adminifters the War:
,, Thy Province is to Fight j but when fhall be
„ The time to Fight, the King confults with me:
„ No Dram of Judgment with thy Force is join'd;
,, Thy Body is of Profit, and my Mind.
„ By how much more the Ship her Safety owes
„ To him who fleers, than him that only rows,
„ By how much more the Captain merits Praife,
„ Than he who fights, and fighting but obeys$
„ By fo much greater is my Worth than thine,
,, Who canft but execute, what I defign.
„ What gain'ff thou, brutal Man, if I confefc
,, Thy Strength fuperior, when thy Wit is lefs ?
„ Mind is the Man: I claim my whole Defert,
„ From the Mind's Vigour , and th' immortal
Part.
„ But you , O Grecian Chiefs, reward my Care,
, Be grateful to your Watchman of the War :
, For all my Labour in fb long a (pace,
, Sure I may plead a Title to your Grace:
, Enter the Town; I then unbarr'd the Gates
, When I remov'd their tutelary Fates.
, By all our common Hopes, if Hopes they be
, Which I have now redue'd to Certainty •>
, By falling Troy, by yonder tott'ring Tow'rs,
, And by their taken Gods, which now are ourst
, Or if there yet a firther Task remains,
, To be perform'd by Prudence, or by Pains j
, If yet fome defp'rate Action refts behind,
, That asks high Conduct, and a dauntleis Mind;
, If ought be wanting to the Trojan Doom,
, Which none but I can manage, and o'ercome,
, Award, thofe Arms I ask, by your Decree:
, Or give to this, what you refufe to me.
He ceas'd : And ceafing with Refpect he
bow'd,
And with his Hand at once the fatal Statue fhow'd.
Heav'n, Air and Ocean rung, With loud Applaufe,
And by the gen'ral Vote he gain'd his Caufe.
Thus Conduct won the Prize, when Courage fail'd,
And Eloquence o'er brutal Force prevail'd.
He who cou'd often, and alone, withftand
The Foe, the Fire, and Jove's own partial Hand,
Now cannot his unmaiter'd Grief fuftain,
But yields to Rage, to Madnefs, and Difdain;
Then (hatching out his Fauchion , „ Thou,
faid He,
Art mine; Ulyjfes lays no Claim to Thee.
„ O often try'd, and ever trufty Sword.
Now do thy lafl kind Office to thy Lord:
Y z 'Tis
51
EJfe,nec indomitae deberi praemia dextrae,^^
Ipfe quoque haec peteret : peteret moderatior
Ajax,
Eurypylusque ferox^claroque Andremone natus:
Nec minus ldomeneus,patriaque creatus eadem
Meriones: peteret majoris frater Atridae.
Quippe manu fortes (nec funt tibi JVLarte
fecundi) 360
Confiliis cejfere meis. tibi dextera bello
Utilis y ingenium eft, quod eget moderamine
noftri.
Tu rvires fine mente geris: mihi cur a futuri eft.
Tu pugnare potes: pugnandi tempora mecum
Eligit Atrides. tu tantum corpore prodesi 365
Nos animo. quantoque ratem qui temper at,
anteit
Remigis ojficium; quant0 dux milite major i
*Tinto ego te fupero. nec non in corpore no fir 0
Peffora funt potior a manu. 'vigor omnis in
Hits.
At vos, 0 Proceres} vigili date praemia <ves-
tro 370
Vroque tot annorum curis, quas anxius egi,
Hunc titulum meritis penfandum reddite nos-
tris.
Jam labor in fine eft. obftantia fata remo'vi :
Ultaque} poffe capi faciendo, Pergama cepi.
Per fpes nunc focias , cafuraquc moenia
Troum, 375
Per que Deos oro, quos hofti nuper ademi >•
Per ,fiquidfupereft, quodftfapienter agendums
Si quid adhuc audax , ex praecipitique peten-
dum;
Si Trojae fat is aliquid reft are putatis >•
Efte mei memores: aut fi mihi non datis ar-
ma; 380
Huic date. & oftenditfignumfatale Minervae.
Mot a manus procerum eft: &, quid facun-
dia pofet,
Re patuit fortisque viri tulit arma difertus.
Hector a qui folus, qui ferrum^ ignemque,
Jovemque
Suftinuit toties :unamnon fuftinet iram: 385
ImjiBumque virum 'vincit dolor, adripit enjem:
Et,Meus hie certe eft. an & hunc fibt pofcet
XJlixes ?
Hoc3 ait, utendum eft in me mihi: quique
cruore
Saepe Phrygum maduit , domini nunc caede
madebit:
Tom. II. Ne
3}
PHOSES. BookXIII. 425-
„ And more avail'd than Strength , my valiant
Friend
Had urg'd a better Right, than Ajax can pretend:
As good at leaft Euryplus may claim,
,, And the more mod'rate Ajax of the Name:
,, The Cretan King , and his brave Charioteer,
,, And Menelaus bold with Sword, and Spear:
,, All thefe had been my Rivals in the Shield,
„ And yet all thefe to my Pretenhons yield.
,, Thy boift'rous Hands are then of ufe, when I
„ With this directing Head thofe Hands apply.
„ Brawn without Brain is thine : My prudent Care
,, Forefecs, provides, adminifters the War:
,, Thy Province is to Fight j but when fhall be
„ The time to Fight, the King confults with me:
„ No Dram of Judgment with thy Force is join'd;
,, Thy Body is of Profit, and my Mind.
„ By how much more the Ship her Safety owes
„ To him who fleers, than him that only rows,
„ By how much more the Captain merits Praife,
„ Than he who fights, and fighting but obeys$
„ By fo much greater is my Worth than thine,
,, Who canft but execute, what I defign.
„ What gain'ff thou, brutal Man, if I confefc
,, Thy Strength fuperior, when thy Wit is lefs ?
„ Mind is the Man: I claim my whole Defert,
„ From the Mind's Vigour , and th' immortal
Part.
„ But you , O Grecian Chiefs, reward my Care,
, Be grateful to your Watchman of the War :
, For all my Labour in fb long a (pace,
, Sure I may plead a Title to your Grace:
, Enter the Town; I then unbarr'd the Gates
, When I remov'd their tutelary Fates.
, By all our common Hopes, if Hopes they be
, Which I have now redue'd to Certainty •>
, By falling Troy, by yonder tott'ring Tow'rs,
, And by their taken Gods, which now are ourst
, Or if there yet a firther Task remains,
, To be perform'd by Prudence, or by Pains j
, If yet fome defp'rate Action refts behind,
, That asks high Conduct, and a dauntleis Mind;
, If ought be wanting to the Trojan Doom,
, Which none but I can manage, and o'ercome,
, Award, thofe Arms I ask, by your Decree:
, Or give to this, what you refufe to me.
He ceas'd : And ceafing with Refpect he
bow'd,
And with his Hand at once the fatal Statue fhow'd.
Heav'n, Air and Ocean rung, With loud Applaufe,
And by the gen'ral Vote he gain'd his Caufe.
Thus Conduct won the Prize, when Courage fail'd,
And Eloquence o'er brutal Force prevail'd.
He who cou'd often, and alone, withftand
The Foe, the Fire, and Jove's own partial Hand,
Now cannot his unmaiter'd Grief fuftain,
But yields to Rage, to Madnefs, and Difdain;
Then (hatching out his Fauchion , „ Thou,
faid He,
Art mine; Ulyjfes lays no Claim to Thee.
„ O often try'd, and ever trufty Sword.
Now do thy lafl kind Office to thy Lord:
Y z 'Tis
51