For as far as I him excel m In toulzies fierce an' strong, As far in chaft-taak he exceeds Me, wi' his fleeked tongue. My proticks an' my doughty deeds, O Greeks! I need na tell, For ther's nane here bat kens them well:: Lat him tell his himfel Which ay war done at glomin time, Or dead hour of the night, An' deil ane kens except himfel; For nae man faw the fight. Nec facere eft ifti. quantumque ego Marte feroci, Quantum acie valeo, tantum valet ifte loquendo. Nec memoranda tamen vobis mea facta, Pelasgi, Effe reor: vidiftis enim. fua narret Ulysses, : 1.. Quas fine tefte gerit, quorum nox conscia sola est. The ftaik indeed is unco great, I will confefs alway, Bat, name ULYSSES to it anes, The worth quite dwines away. Great as it is, I need na' voust; I'm feer I hae nae neef ⠀⠀ To get fat cou'd be ettl'd at, By fik a menДless thief. Yet routh o' honour he has got, Ev'n tho he gets the glaik, Fan he's fae crous, that he wou'd try To be brave AJAX maik. Praemia magna peti fateor: fed demit honorem But gin my wightness doubted war, I wat my gentle bleed, As being fin to TELAMON, Right fickerly does plead: Fa, under doughty HERCULES, An' in a tight Thessalian bark To Colchos' harbour swirld. An' EACUS my gutcher was, Fare a fun-ftane does SISYPHUS Down to the yerd fair gnidge. Atque ego, fi virtus in me dubitabilis effet, Great Jove himfel owns acus An' fyne, without a' doubt, I am The neift chiel to his oye t Bat thus in counting o' my etion I need na' mak fik din, For it's well kent ACHILLES was My father's brither fin: An' as we're coufins, there's nae fcouth, To be in ony fwidders; I only feek fat is my due, I mean fat was my brither's. Acacon agnofcit fummus, prolemque fatetur tI Bat why a thief, like SISYPHUS, That's nidder'd fae in hell, Sud here tak fittininment, Is mair na' I can tell. Sall then these arms be deny'd To me, fa in this bruilzie Was the first man that drew my durk, Came flaught-bred to the toulzie ? An' fall this fleeth come farrer ben, Fa was fae dev'lish furly, He fcarce wou'd gae a fit frae hame, An' o' us a' was hurly? Sifyphio, furtifque, et fraude fimillimus illi, An quod in arma prior, nulloque fub indice veni, |