of fate: But Phoebus urged Ćneas to the fight; He seem'd like aged Periphas to sight: (A herald in Anchises' love grown old, Revered for prudence, and with prudence bold.) Thus he--"What methods yet, O chief! remain, To save your Troy, though heaven its fall ordain? There have been heroes, who, by virtuous care, By valour, numbers, and by arts of war, Have forced the powers to spare a sinking state, And gain'd at length the glorious odds of fate: But you, when fortune smiles, when Jove declares His partial favour, and ****ists your wars, Your shameful efforts 'gainst yourselves employ, And force the unwilling god to ruin Troy." Ćneas through the form ****umed descries The power conceal'd, and thus to Hector cries: "Oh lasting shame! to our own fears a prey, We seek our ramparts, and desert the day. A god, nor is he less, my bosom warms, And tells me, Jove ****erts the Trojan arms." He spoke, and foremost to the combat flew: The bold examp