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 The Four JSTonairhies. 209

His Mothers dream, and Grand-Sires cruelty,

His prefervation, in his mifery,

His nourifhment afforded by a Bitch,

Are fit for fuch, whofe ears for Fables itch.

He in his younger dayes an Army led, [92]

Againft great Creffies then of Lidia head;

AVho over-curious of wars event,

For information to ApoUo went:

And the ambiguous Oracle did truft,

So overthrown by Cyrus, as was juft;

Who him puafues to Sardis, takes the Town,

Where all that dare'" refift are flaughter'd down;

Difguifed Creffus hop'd to fcape i'th' throng.

Who had no might to fave himfelf from wrong;

But as he pall, his Son who was born dumb,

With preffing grief and forrow overcome:

Among the tumult, bloud-fhed, and the llrife,

Brake his long filence, cry'd, fpare Crejfus life;

Crejjfus thus known, it was great Cyrus doom,

(A hard decree) to afhes he confume;

Then on a wood-pile " fet, where all might eye,

He Solon, Solon, Solon, thrice did cr}^

The Reafon of thole words Cyrus demands.

Who Solon was? to whom he lifts his hands;

Then to the King he makes this true report,

That SoIo?i fometimes at his ftately Court,

His Treafures, pleafures, pomp and power dfd fee.

And viewing all, at all nought mov'd was he:

w doe " Pike being.

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