Afham'd to fee a fingle Man, purfu'd With odds, to fink beneath a Multitude: We push'd the Foe; and forc'd to fhameful Flight; Part fell; and part efcap'd by favour of the Night. This Tale by Neftor told, did much displease Tlepolemus, the Seed of Hercules: For, often he had heard his Father say, And more than shar'd the Glories of the Day. I wou'd have loft; but you renew the Wound: He, your Great Father, levell'd to the Ground Meffenia's Tow'rs: Nor better Fortune found Elis, and Pylos; that a neighb'ring State, To pass the reft, twelve, wanting one, he flew; My Brethren, who their Birth from Neleas drew. All Youths of early Promife, had they liv'd; . By him they perish'd: I alone furviv'd. Vary'd at Pleasure, every Shape he try'd; Vanquish'd on Earth, at length he foar'd above; Reach'd him in Air, fufpended as he stood; And in his Pinion fix'd the feather'd Wood. Light was the Wound; but in the Sinew hung And the Soul issues through the Weazon's Wound. For my flain Brothers; but 'tis Peace with thee. Thus with a flowing Tongue old Neftor fpoke: Then, to full Bowls each other they provoke:.. At length, with Wearinefs and Wine opprefs'd, They rife from Table; and withdraw to Rest. The Sire of Cygnus, Monarch of the Main, Mean time, laments his Son, in Battel flain: And vows the Victor's Death; nor vows in vain. For For nine long Years the fmother'd Pain he bore; Of tottring Troy, now nodding to her Fall, To pass the reft, cou'd noble Hector lie And to his Uncle's Anger, adds his own. Then in a Cloud involv'd, he takes his Flight, Where Greeks and Trojans mix'd in mortal Fight; And found out Paris, lurking where he stood, And ftain'd his Arrows with Plebeian Blood: Phœbus to him alone the God confefs'd, Then to the recreant Knight, he thus addrefs'd. 'Doft thou not blush, to spend thy Shafts in vain On a degenerate and ignoble Train? If Fame, or better Vengeance, be thy Care, There aim: And, with one Arrow, end the War. He faid; and fhew'd from far the blazing Shield. AndSword, which but Achilles none cou'd wield;( And how he mov'd a God, and mow'd the ftand The Deity himself directs aright [ing Field. Th' invenom'd Shaft; and wings the fatal Flight. Thus fell the foremost of the Grecian Name; And He, the bafe Adult'rer, boafts the Fame. A Spectacle to glad the Trojan Train And please old Priam, after Hector flain. If by a Female Hand he had foreseen ; He was to die, his Wifh had rather been [Queen. The Lance and double Ax of the fair Warrious |