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ODES.
STROPHE V.
He the robe of justice wore
Sully'd not, as heretofore, 138
When the magistrate was sought
With yearly gifts. Of what avail
Are guilty hoards? for life is frail;
And we are judg'd where favour is not bought. 142
By him forewarn'd, thou frantick isle,
How did the thirst of gold thy sons beguile!
Beneath the specious ruin thousands groan'd,
By him, alas, forewarn'd, by him bemoan'd. 146
Where shall his like, on earth, be found? oh, when
Shall I, once more, behold the most belov'd of men!
He the robe of justice wore
Sully'd not, as heretofore, 138
When the magistrate was sought
With yearly gifts. Of what avail
Are guilty hoards? for life is frail;
And we are judg'd where favour is not bought. 142
By him forewarn'd, thou frantick isle,
How did the thirst of gold thy sons beguile!
Beneath the specious ruin thousands groan'd,
By him, alas, forewarn'd, by him bemoan'd. 146
Where shall his like, on earth, be found? oh, when
Shall I, once more, behold the most belov'd of men!
ANTISTROPHE V.
Winning aspect! winning mind!
Soul and body aptly join'd! 150
Searching thought, engaging wit,
Enabled to instruct, or please,
Uniting dignity with ease,
By nature form'd for every purpose fit, 154
Endearing excellence!———O, why
Is such perfection born, and born to dy?
Winning aspect! winning mind!
Soul and body aptly join'd! 150
Searching thought, engaging wit,
Enabled to instruct, or please,
Uniting dignity with ease,
By nature form'd for every purpose fit, 154
Endearing excellence!———O, why
Is such perfection born, and born to dy?
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