I dacker'd wi' him by mysel,

Ye wish't it to my kavel,

An' gin ye speer fa got the day,

We parted on a nevel.

Lo! Trojans fetch baith fire an' fword

Amo' the Grecian bárks:

Fare's eloquent ULYSSES now,

Wi' a' his wily cracks?

I than a thousand ships did fave,
An' muckle danger thol'd;

'Gin they' ad brunt, deil ane had feen

The land fare he was foal'd.

Suftinui: fortemque meam voviftis, Achivi: Et veftrae valuere preces. fi quaeritis hujus Fortunam pugnae; non fum fuperatus ab illo. Ecce ferunt Troes ferrumque, ignemque, Jovemque In Danaas claffes. ubi nunc facundus Ulyffes? Nempe ego mille meo protexi pectore puppes, Spem veftri reditus. date tot pro navibus arma.

Bat gin the truth I now durft tell,

I think the honour's mair

To them, than fat it is to me,

Tho' they come to my skair:

At least the honour equal is;

Than fat needs a' this din;

For AJAX them he does na' feek,:

Sae fair as they do him.

Than lat ULYSSES now compare
RHÆsus an' maughtless DOLON,

An' PRIAM's fon, an' PALLAS phizz

That i' the night was stoln.

Quod fi vera licet mihi dicere; quaeritur iftis,

Quam mihi, major honos; conjunétaque gloria noftra eft., 3 Atque Ajax armis, non Ajaci arma petuntur.,

Conferat his Ithacus Rhesum, imbellemque Dolona,

Priamidenque Helenum rapta cum Pallade captum.

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Luce nihil geftum, nihil eft Diomede remoto:
Si femel ifta datis meritis tam vilibus arma;

Dividite : et major pars fit Diomedis in illis.

Quo tamen haee Ithaco? qui clam, qui femper inermis

Rem gerit; et furtis incantum decipit hostem?

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The gouden helmet will fae glance,

An blink wi' fkyrin brinns,

That a' his wimples they'll find out

Fan i' the mark he sheens.

Bat his weak head nae farrach has

That helmet for to bear, I

Nor has he mergh intil his banes,

To wield ACHILLES' fpear:& memo

Nor his bra targe, on which is feen I

The yerd, the fin, and lift,

Can well agree wi' his cair cleuck,

That cleckit was for thift.

Ipfe nitor galeae, claro radiantis ab auro,
Infidias prodet, manifestabitque latentem.
Sed neque Dulichius fub Achillis caffide vertex
Pondera tanta feret. nec non onerofa gravifque
Pelias effe poteft imbellibus hafta lacertis.
Nec clypeus, vasti caelatus imagine mundi,

vreniet timidae, nataeque ad furta finistrac.

Fat

Fat gars you than, mischievous ryke!

For this propine to prig,

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That your ima banes wou'd langel fair,

They are fae unco big?

An' gin the Greeks fud be fae blind,

As gi' you fik a gift,

The Trojan lads-right soon wou'd dight

You like a futtle haft.

An' as you ay by speed o' fit

Perform ilk' doughty deed,

Fan laggert wi' this bouksome graith,
You will tyne half your speed.

Debilitaturum quid te petis, improbe, munus?
Quod tibi fi populi donaverit error Achivi;
Cur fpolieris, erit; non, cur metuaris ab hofte.
Et fuga (qua fola cunctos, timidiffime, vincis)

Tarda futura tibi eft, gestamina tanta trahenti.

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