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 284 Anne Bradjireefs Woi'ks.

From one ftood by he fnatcht a partizan,

And in a rage him through the body ran/

Next day he tore his face for what he'd done,

And would have flain himfelf for Clitiis gone:

This pot Companion he did more bemoan,

Then all the wrongs to brave P arnienio done.

The next of w^orth that fuftered after thefe.

Was learned, virtuous, wife Calijlhenes^

Who lov'd his Mafter more then did the reft.

As did appear, in flattering him the leaft;

In his efteem a God he could not be,

Nor would adore him for a Diety:

For this alone and for no other caufe,

Againft his Sovereign, or againft his Laws,

He on the Rack his Limbs in pieces rent, [^55]

Thus was he tortnr'd till his life was fpent.

Of this unkingly a6l^ doth Seneca

This cenfure pafs, and not unwifely fay.

Of Alexander this th' eternal crime.

Which fliall not be obliterate by time.

Which virtues fame can neVe redeem by far,

Nor all felicity of his in war.

When e're 'tis faid he thoufand thoufands flew.

Yea, and Calijlhenes to death he drew.

The mighty Perjiaii King he overcame,

Yea, and he kill'd Calijlthenes of fame.'^

i Instead of this and the three preceding lines, the first edition has,

Alexander now no longer could containe,

But inltantly commands him to be llaine ; i deed. ;^b y name.

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