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 "Where Fortune bears us, than my sire more kind,
 * There let us go, my own, my gallant crew.

'Tis Teucer leads, 'tis Teucer breathes the wind;
 * No more despair; Apollo's word is true.

Another Salamis in kindlier air
 * Shall yet arise. Hearts, that have borne with me

Worse buffets! drown to-day in wine your care;
 * To-morrow we recross the wide, wide sea!"

YDIA, by all above, Why bear so hard on Sybaris, to ruin him with love? What change has made him shun The playing-ground, who once so well could bear the dust and sun? Why does he never sit On horseback in his company, nor with uneven bit His Gallic courser tame? Why dreads he yellow Tiber, as 'twould sully that fair frame? Like poison loathes the oil, His arms no longer black and blue with honourable toil, He who erewhile was known For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?