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No nightly bands in glitt'ring armour wait
Before the sleepless tyrant's guarded gate; 205
No chargers then were wrought in burnish'd gold,
Nor silver vases took the forming mould;
Nor gems on bowls emboss'd were seen to shine,
Blaze on the brims, and sparkle in the wine—
Say, wretched rivals! what provokes your rage? 210
Say to what end your impious arms engage?
Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn,
Or when his ev'ning beams the west adorn,
When the south glows with his meridian ray,
And the cold north receives a fainter day; 215
Atria, congestos satis explicitura clientes.
Non impacatis regum ad vigilantia somnis 205
Pila, nee alterna ferri statione gementes
Excubiae, nee cura, mero committere g.mmas,
Atque aurum violare cibis. sed nuria potestas
Armavit fratres: pugna est de paupere regno.
Dumque uter angustae squalentia jugera Dirces
Verteret, aut Tyrii solio non altus ovaret
Exulis, arr.bigitur, periitjus, fasque, bonumque,
Et vitae, mortisque pudor. Quo tenditis iras, 210
Ah miseri I quid si petereturcrimine tanto
Limes uterque poli, quern Sol emissus Eoo
Cardine, quern porta vergens prospectat lbera?
Quasque procul terras obliquo sidere tamjit
Avius, aut Borea gelidas, madidive tepenlet 215
For crimes like these not all those realms suffice,
But Fortune now (the lots of empire thrown)
But the vile vulgar, ever discontent, Their growing fears in secret murmurs vent; 225 Still prone to change, tho' still the slaves of state, And sure the monarch whom they have, to hate; New lords they madly make, then tamely bear, And softly curse the tyrants whom they fear. And one of those who groan beneath the sway 2 ja Of kings impos'd, and grudgingly obey,
Igne Noti? quid si Tyriae Phrygiaeve sub unum
(Whom envy to the great, and vulgar spite,
With scandal arm'd, th' ignoble mind's delight)
Exclaim'd—" O Thebes! for thee what fates remain?
What woes attend this inauspicious reign?
Must we, alas! our doubtful necks prepare,
Each haughty master's yoke by turns to bear,
And still to change whom chang'd we still must fear?
These now control a wretched people's fate,
These can divide, and. these reverse the state; 24a
Ev'n Fortune rules no more—O servile land,
Where exil'd tyrants still bv turns command!
Thou sire of gods and men, imperial Jove!
Is this th' eternal doom decreed above?
On thy own offspring hast thou fix'd this fate 24J
From the first birth of our unhappy state,
When banish'd Cadmus, wand'ring o'er the main,
For lost Europa search'd the world in vain,
Ferre duces: "Hancne Ogygiis," ait, aspera rebus235
Fortunam fecere levem. semperne vicissim
And fated in Bceotian fields to found
A rising empire on a foreign ground, 250
First rais'd our walls on that ill-omen'd plain,
Where earth-born brothers were by brothers slain?
What lofty looks th' unfivall'd monarch bears!
How all the tyrant in his fdce appears!
What sullen fury clouds his scornful brow! 25 J
Gods! how his eyes with threat'ning ardour glow!
Can this imperious lord forget to reign,
Quit all his state, descend, and serve again?
Yet who, before, more popularly bow'd?
Who more propitious to the suppliant crowd, 260
Patient of right, familiar in the throne?
What wonder then? he was not then alone,
O wretched we! a vile submissive train,
Fortune's tame fools, and slaves in ev'ry reign!
As when two winds with rival force contend, 263 This way and that the wav'ring sails they bend,
pxul Hyanteos invenit regna per agros; 2lo
Fraternasque acies feet* telluris hiatu,
Quas gerit ore minas? quanto premit omnia f.istu?
Quid mirum? non solus erat. nos vilis in omnes Prompta manus casus domino cuicunque parati, Qualiter hinc gelidus Boreas, hinc nubifer Eurus 265
While freezing Boreas and black Eurus blow,
And doubtful still, .and still distracted, stands,
High o'er the rolling heav'ns a mansion lies,
The Majesty of heav'n superior shone:
Vela trahunt, nutat medias fortuna carinae.
At Jovis imperiis rapidi super atria cceli'