convey'd; While near Tydides stood the Athenian maid; The king beside his panting steeds she found, O'erspent with toil reposing on the ground; To cool his glowing wound he sat apart, (The wound inflicted by the Lycian dart.) Large drops of sweat from all his limbs descend, Beneath his ponderous shield his sinews bend, Whose ample belt, that o'er his shoulder lay, He eased; and wash'd the clotted gore away. The goddess leaning o'er the bending yoke, Beside his coursers, thus her silence broke: "Degenerate prince! and not of Tydeus' kind, Whose little body lodged a mighty mind; Foremost he press'd in glorious toils to share, And scarce refrain'd when I forbade the war. Alone, unguarded, once he dared to go, And feast, incircled by the Theban foe; There braved, and vanquish'd, many a hardy knight; Such nerves I gave him, and such force in fight. Thou too no less hast been my constant care; Thy hands I arm'd, and sent thee forth to war: But th