LOGOMAXIA[Greek]: Or, The Conquest of Eloquence Containing Two Witty Orations, The First spoke by Ajax: The Second by Ulisses, when they Contested for Achilles's Armour, before the Nobles of Greece; a little before the Overthrow of Troy: As they may be Read, Ovid Metamorph. Lib. 13. Very Delectable and Necessary for Statesmen, Judges, Magistrates, Officers of War &c. to Read; and know how wrong Information guilded with Eloquence, may pervert Justice, and so learn to avoid the giving of rash Sentence, in any Case or Cause. By P. K. [i.e. Peter Ker] |
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The Nobles of the Greeks were mov'd;
And Flattering Eloquence approv'd
It's Strength, by Charms; the Arms obtain'd
From Valour, that never was stain'd.
And he who never did retire
From Hector, Jove, for Sword, nor Fire.
Here vanquish'd yields (without defence)
To false informing Eloquence.
Him that was never Conquer'd Grief
O'ercomes, and finding no relief,
Pulls out his Sword, in mad Design,
And said, ‘I'm sure that this is mine.
‘Dare base Ulysses plead this too,
‘It sav'd him, but must kill me now.
‘The oft embru'd in Phrygian Blood,
‘That still the Trojans hast withstood;
‘Thy Masters Blood must now embrue;
‘That none but Ajax may subdue
‘Me Ajax; Then his Breast made bare,
(For he was vulnerable there)
Thrusts in his Sword; and struck with pain,
He could not pull it out again.
Till gushing gore did force it out,
And Blood that issued round about,
Made Red the Earth; which did bring forth
A Purple Flower, which first had Birth
From Hyacinthus VVound, and bears
A Dismal Dipthong, drown'd in Tears,
Proper to both, for on't is paint
His Name, both and the God's complaint.
And Flattering Eloquence approv'd
It's Strength, by Charms; the Arms obtain'd
From Valour, that never was stain'd.
And he who never did retire
From Hector, Jove, for Sword, nor Fire.
Here vanquish'd yields (without defence)
To false informing Eloquence.
Him that was never Conquer'd Grief
O'ercomes, and finding no relief,
Pulls out his Sword, in mad Design,
And said, ‘I'm sure that this is mine.
‘Dare base Ulysses plead this too,
‘It sav'd him, but must kill me now.
‘The oft embru'd in Phrygian Blood,
‘That still the Trojans hast withstood;
‘Thy Masters Blood must now embrue;
‘That none but Ajax may subdue
‘Me Ajax; Then his Breast made bare,
(For he was vulnerable there)
Thrusts in his Sword; and struck with pain,
He could not pull it out again.
Till gushing gore did force it out,
And Blood that issued round about,
Made Red the Earth; which did bring forth
A Purple Flower, which first had Birth
From Hyacinthus VVound, and bears
A Dismal Dipthong, drown'd in Tears,
Proper to both, for on't is paint
His Name, both and the God's complaint.
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