Which good Achates bore; his Arrows fled;
And first he laid the lordly Leaders dead;255
Next all th’ ignoble Vulgar he pursu’d,
And with his Shafts dispers’d ’em thro’ the Wood:
Nor ceas’d the Chief, ’till stretch’d beneath his Feet,
Lay sev’n huge Stags, the Number of his Fleet.
Back to the Port the Victor bends his Way,260
And with his Friends divides the copious Prey.
The generous Wine, to crown the genial Feast,
Which kind Acestes gave his parting Guest,
Next to his sad Associates he imparts;
And with these Words revives their drooping Hearts.265
Friends! we have felt severer Ills than those,
By long Experience exercis’d in Woes.
And soon, to these Disasters, shall be giv’n
A certain Period, by relenting Heav’n.
Think, how you saw the dire Cyclopean Shore, 270
Heard Scylla’s Rocks, and all her Monsters, roar.
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