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 In pure majestic poverty rever'd; Who, even his glory to his country's weal Submitting, swell'd a haughty Rival's fame. Rear'd by his care, of softer ray, appears sweet-soul'd; whose genius, rising strong, Shook off the load of young debauch; abroad The scourge of Persian pride, at home the friend Of every worth and every splendid art; Modest, and simple, in the pomp of wealth. Then the last worthies of declining , Late-call'd to glory, in unequal times, Pensive, appear. The fair Corinthian boast, , happy temper! mild, and firm, Who wept the Brother while the Tyrant bled. And, equal to the best, the , Whose virtues, in heroic Concord join'd, Their country rais'd to freedom, empire, fame. He too, with whom Athenian honour sunk, And left a mass of sordid lees behind, the Good: in public life severe, To virtue still inexorably firm; But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, Sweet peace and happy wisdom smooth'd his brow, Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind. And he, the last of old ' sons, The generous victim to that vain attempt, To save a state,, who saw Even self to servile avarice sunk. The two Achaian heroes close the train. , who a while relum'd the soul Of fondly-lingering liberty in : And he her darling as her latest hope, The gallant ; who to arms Turn'd