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Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ-
ESCHYLUS, in Agamemnone.
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AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Pow'r,
Thou Tamer of the human breast,
And purple Tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
When first thy fire to fend on earth
Virtue, his darling Child, defign'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurfe! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore:
What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know,
And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others woe.
Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy,
Light they difperfe, and with them gọ
By vain Profperity receiv'd,
To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.
Wisdom, in fable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,
And Melancholy, filent maid,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend,
With Juftice to herself fevere,
And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear.
Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head,