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 256 Anne BradJireeVs Works.

The ftately horfes trapt, the lances gilt,

As if addreft " now all to run a tilt.

The holy fire was borne before the hoft,

(For Sun and Fire the Perjians worfliip moft)

The Priefls in their ftrange habit follow after,

An obje(5l, not fo much of fear as laughter.

The King fate in a chariot made of gold,

With crown and Robes moft glorious to behold.

And o're his head his golden Gods on high,

Support a party coloured Canopy.

A number of fpare horfes next were led.

Left he fhould need them in his Chariots ftead;

But thole that faw him in this ftate to lye,

Suppos'd he neither meant" to fight nor flye.

He fifteen hundred had like women dreft;

For thus ™ to fright the Greeks he judg'd was beft.

Their golden ornaments how'" to fet forth.

Would ask more time then was their bodies worth

Great Syjigambis fhe brought up the Reer,

Then fuch a world of waggons did appear,

Like feveral houfes moving upon wheels, [130]

As if fhe'd drawn whole ShiiJIian at her heels:

This brave Virago to the King was mother,

And as much good flie did as any other.

Now left this gold, and all this goodly Huff

Had not been fpoyle and booty rich enough

« As if they were.

w Would think he neither thought. w fo.

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