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Rh Confed'rate in the cheat, they draw the throng, And cambric handkerchiefs reward the song. But soon as coach or cart drives rattling on, The rabble part, in shoals they backward run: So Jove's loud bolts the mingled war divide, And Greece and Troy retreat on either side.
 * If the rude throng pour on with furious pace,

And hap' to break thee from a friend's embrace, Stop short; nor struggle through the crowd in vain, But watch with careful eye the passing train. Yet I (perhaps too fond), if chance the tide, Tumultuous, bear my partner from my side, Impatient venture back; despising harm, I force my passage where the thickest swarm Thus his lost bride, the Trojan sought in vain Through night, and arms, and flames, and hills of slain. Thus Nisus wander'd o'er the pathless grove, To find the brave companion of his love: The pathless grove in vain he wanders o'er; Euryalus, alas! is now no more. That walker who, regardless of his pace, Turns oft to pore upon the damsel's face,