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,

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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
Aemulus Ajaci. non eft tenuiffe fuperbum,
Sit licet hoc ingens, quidquid fperavit Ulyffes.
Ifte tulit pretium jam nunc certaminis hujus;
Quo cum victus crit, mecum certaffe feretur.

But gin my wightness doubted war,

I wat my gentle bleed,

As being fin to TELAMON,

Right fickerly does plead:

Fa, under doughty HERCULES,
Great Troy's walls down hurl'd,

An' in a tight Thessalian bark

To Colchos' harbour swirld.

An' EACUS my gutcher was,
Fa now in hell fits jidge,

Fare a fun-ftane does SISYPHUS

Down to the yerd fair gnidge.

Atque ego, fi virtus in me dubitabilis effet,
Nobilitate potens effem, Telamone creatus:
Moenia qui forti Trojana fub Hercule cepit:
Littoraque intravit Pagasaca Colcha carina.
Acacus huic pater eft: qui jura filentibus illic
Reddit, ubi Acoliden faxum grave Sifyphon urget.

Great Jove himfel owns acus
To be his ain dear boy,

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
Juppiter effe fuam. fc ab Jove tertius Ajax,
Nec tamen haec feries in cauffa profit, Achivi;
Si mihi cum magno, non eft communis Achille,
Frater erat: fraterna peto. quid fanguine cretus.

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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,
Inferit Acacidis alienae nomina gentis?

An quod in arma prior, nulloque fub indice veni,
Arma neganda mihi? potiorque videbitur ille,
Ultima qui cepit; detrectavitque furore