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THE DEAD OX.
FROM VIRGIL, GEORG. III.
Lo! smoking in the stubborn plough, the ox
Upturning? Yet the grape of Italy,
SPEECH OF AJAX.
SOPH. AJ. 645.
ALL strangest things the multitudinous years
Deep in some earth-hole where no eye shall see-
Wherefore henceforward shall I know that
Is great; and strive to honour Atreus' sons. Princes they are, and should be obeyed. How
else ? Do not all terrible and most puissant things Yet bow to loftier majesties? The Winter, Who walks forth scattering snows, gives place anon To fruitage-laden Summer; and the orb Of weary Night doth in her turn stand by, And let shine out, with his white steeds, the Day. Stern tempest-blasts at last sing lullaby To groaning seas: even the archtyrant, Sleep, Doth loose his slaves, not hold them chained for
And shall not mankind too learn discipline?
I know, of late experience taught, that him
rest. But, for these things, they shall be well. Go thou, Lady, within, and there pray that the Gods May fill unto the full my heart's desire. And ye, my mates, do unto me with her Like honour: bid young Teucer, if he come, To care for me, but to be your friend still. For where my way leads, thither I shall go: Do ye my bidding; haply ye may hear, Though now is my dark hour, that I have peace.