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Confedere duces : et, vulgi sante corona, etc.
Attempted in broad BUCHANS.
To which are added
A JOURNAL to PORTSMOUTH,
And a SHOP-BILL,
A J A X's SP E E C H
Τ Η Ε
GRECIAN KNABB S.
HE wight an' doughty Captains a'
Upo their doups sat down;
In bourachs' a' stood roun.
AJAX bangs up, fase targe was shught
In seven fald o hide;
An'bein bouden'd up wi' wraith,
Wi'atry face he ey'd
OVID. METAMORPH. Lib. xiii.
"ONSEDERE duces: et, vulgi ftante corona,
Surgit ad hos clypei dominus feptemplicis Ajax,
The Trojan fhore, an'a' the barks
That tedder'd fast did ly
Alang the coast; an’raxing out
His gardies, loud did cry:
O Jove! The cause we here do plead,
An'unco great's the staik;
Bat fall that Neeth ULYSSES now
Be said to be my maik?
Ye ken right well, fan HECTOR try'd
Thir barks to burn an' fcowder,
He took to speed o; fit, because
He cou'd na' bide the ewder.
Littora respexit, classemque in littore, vulta:
Bat I, like birky, stood the brunt,
An'locken’d out that gleed,
The limmers tak the speed.
'Tis better than, the cause we try
Wi'the wind o’our wame,
Than for to come in hanny gripe
At fik a driry time.
At threeps I am na' sae perquire,
Nor auld-farren as he,
Bat at banes-brakin, it's well kent,
He has na'maughts like me.
Quas ego fustinui; quas hac a classe fugavi,