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LXII. For th' one was ravish'd of his own bond-maid, The fair Ixione, captiv'd from Troy; But th' other was with Thetis' love assaid, Great Nereus his daughter, and his joy. On this side them there is a young-man laid, Their match in glory, mighty, fierce, and coy, That from th' Argolick ships, with furious ire Bett back the fury of the Trojan fire.
LXIII. O! who would not recount the strong divorces Of that great war which Trojans oft beheld, And oft beheld the warlike Greekish forces, When Teucrian soil with bloody rivers swell’d, And wide Sigaan shores were spred with corses, And Simois and Xanthus' blood out-weld, Whilst Hector raged with outrageous mind, [tynd ! Flames, weapons, wounds, in Greek's fleet to have
LXIV. For Ida's self, in aid of that fierce fight, Out of her mountains ministred supplies, And like a kindly nurse did yield (for spight) Store of firebronds out of her nurseries Unto her foster children, that they might Inflame the navy of their enemies, And all the Rhætean shore to ashes turn, Where lay the ships which they did seek to burn.
LXV. 'Gainst which the noble son of Telamon Oppos d himself, and thwarting his huge shield, Them battel bad ; gainst whom appear'd anon Hector, the glory of the Trojan field : Both fierce and furious in contention Encountred, that their mighty strokes so shrild, As the great clap of thunder which doth rive The ratling heavens, and clouds asunder drive.
LXVI. So th' one with fire and weapons did contend To cut the ships, from turning home again To Argos, th' others strove for to defend The force of Vulcan with his might and main. Thus th' one, Æacide, did his fame extend, But th' other joy'd that on the Phrygian plain, Having the blood of vanquish’d Hector shed, He compass’d Troy thrice with his body ded.
LXVII. Again great dole on either party grew, That him to death unfaithful Paris sent; And also him that false Ulysses slew, Drawn into danger through close ambushments Therefore from him Laertes' son his view Doth turn aside, and boasts his good event In working of Strymonian Rhæsus' fall, And eft in Dolon's subtile surprisall.
LXX. Well may appear by proof of their mischance, The changefull turning of mens slippery state, That none whom Fortune freely doth advance, Himself therefore to heaven should elevate; For lofty type of honour, through the glance Of envy's dart, is down in dust prostrate ;
And all that vaunts in worldly vanity : Skall fall through Fortune's mutability.
LXXIV. Some in the greedy floods are sunk and drent, Some on the rocks of Caphareus are thrown; Some on th' Euboick cliffs in pieces rent, Some scatter'd on the Hercæan shores unknown; And many lost, of whom no moniment Remains, nor memory is to be shown ; Whilst all the purchase of the Phrygian prey, Tost on salt billows, round about doth stray.
the powers; and prudent Mutius, Who in his flesh endur'd the scorching flame, To daunt his foe by ensample of the same.