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HE Chiefs were set; the Soldier crown'd the Field: To these the Master of the Sevenfold Shield Upstarted fierce: And kindled with Disdain Eager to speak, unable to contain His boiling Rage, he rowl'd his Eyes around The Shore, and Grecian Gallies hall'd a-ground. Then stretching out his Hands, O Jove, he cry'd, Must then our Cause before the Fleet be try'd? And dares Ulysses for the Prize contend, in sight of what he durst not once defend? But