Where fair Feronia boasts her stately grove,
And Anxur glories in her guardian Jove.
Pitt.
[11] White Anxur’s salutary waters roll.
[12] Why, Madam, you have hit on it sure enough.
[13] Surge, et ego ipse homo sum. Vulgate.
[14] This hiding-hole received Nero after his golden house.
Our Alexander sells keys, altars, heaven;
When law and right are sold, he’ll buy:—that’s even.