Still would'st thou sigh, unsatisfied and poor. Fabricius spurn'd the off'rings of a king; Consuls have toil'd beside the weary plough, And narrow walls immortal heroes held. More rich to me such poverty; more dear 265 Thee, lux'ry palls with oft untasted food: 270 Freely to me the earth a banquet gives. What though thy fleeces steal the Tyrian die, And all thy broider'd vests are richly stain'd With regal purple: flowers to me are bright, And the gay meadows mock the pride of art. 275 The warbling songs of birds, and murm'ring brooks 280 Awake my morning hours. Life needs not wealth: If they were known, would not the world retire 285 Still doth that hateful avarice increase 290 His hatred rests; e'en the unhappy land Are safe from his pursuit; not Sirius fierce, Nor Winter, howling o'er Riphean rocks, Retards his eagerness: Meanwhile his heart 305 310 Consumes with anguish, lest the slaughtering sword 315 Should fail, or royal clemency awake. Nor innocence, nor trembling age, he spares: The son is slain before the father's face; The aged sire condemn'd to banishment. What tongue can tell, what weeping eye deplore 320 Claud. H What were the deeds of those atrocious men Whose murd'rous acts fame shudders to relate; Sinis, who bound his foes to bending trees, Sciron, or Phalaris, or Scylla fell! 325 O gentle steeds of Diomed! O fanes 830 But the high soul of Stilicho disdains All abject fear; calm in the midst of strife, He lifts his sword, and dares the monster's ire: No magic car he needs, nor the swift wings 335 Of Pegasus. Peace on his presence waits. A tow'r in storms, a shield against despair, Protects and conquers: Ruin checks her hand, And dangers fly before him. So the course 340 Of swoll'n and angry torrents, some huge rock With deaf'ning roar, uprooted trees and stones, 345 When his toss'd bark the pilot's guiding skill No more obeys. Perseus, as fame reports, 350 With conquering arm the ocean-monster fought, And dyed the waters with its blood; but he On soaring wings was safe, and doubly arm'd With Gorgon shield: thou neither pinions strong, Nor Medusean locks didst need in fight. 355 Him love inspired: the Roman, welfare thee. Henceforth Antiquity no more shall boast Of wise or glorious acts; thy deeds surpass Alcides' toil; in one dark wood alone Nemæa's lion raged, and to one grove 360 |