’Twas loss of time to be vexatious then:
Hence he was mild to all men whom he led,
Of all who dared resist, the scourge and dread.
Falsehood in him was not the useless lie
Of boasting pride or laughing vanity:
It was the gainful, the persuading art,
That made its way and won the doubting heart,
Which argued, soften’d, humbled, and prevail’d,
Nor was it tried till ev’ry truth had fail’d;
No sage on earth could more than he despise