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 If in the glorious strife the hero fall, He proves no danger could his soul appall; And but to dare so great a toil, shall raise Each age's wonder, and immortal praise. For this dread toil new oceans to explore, To spread the sail where sail ne'er flow'd before, For this dread labour, to your valour due, From all your peers I name, O, you. Dread as it is, yet light the task shall be To you, my, as perform'd for me.—— My heart could bear no more——Let skies on fire, Let frozen seas, let horrid war conspire, I dare them all, I cried, and but repine That one poor life is all I can resign. Did to my lot Alcides' labours fall, For you my joyful heart would dare them all; The ghastly realms of death could man invade, For you my steps should trace the ghastly shade.


 * While thus with loyal zeal my bosom swell'd,

That panting zeal my prince with joy beheld: Honour'd with gifts I stood, but honour'd more By that esteem my joyful sovereign bore. That generous praise which fires the soul of worth, And gives new virtues unexpected birth, That praise even now my heaving bosom fires, Inflames my courage, and each wish inspires. Moved