and old may in thy praise combine, The virtues of humanity be thine--' This now-despised advice thy father gave; Ah! check thy anger; and be truly brave. If thou wilt yield to great Atrides' prayers, Gifts worthy thee his royal hand prepares; If not--but hear me, while I number o'er The proffer'd presents, an exhaustless store. Ten weighty talents of the purest gold, And twice ten vases of refulgent mould; Seven sacred tripods, whose unsullied frame Yet knows no office, nor has felt the flame; Twelve steeds unmatched in fleetness and in force, And still victorious in the dusty course; (Rich were the man, whose ample stores exceed The prizes purchased by their winged speed;) Seven lovely captives of the Lesbian line, Skill'd in each art, unmatch'd in form divine, The same he chose for more than vulgar charms, When Lesbos sank beneath thy conquering arms. All these, to buy thy friendship shall be paid, And, join'd with these, the long-contested