And her best offer met the Earl’s disdain.
Grief held them all, when like an Hero true
I freed the Captives and the Giant slew;
Held a fair Prospect in the father’s Eye
And saw resistance in an instant die.
Oh, take my Horses, and my Hounds dismiss,
But [give] Thy Tracy such delight as this!
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With grief and wish him from thy bosom far!
I for this cause * * * strive,