Her country’s good commands her warmest zeal.
Kindred the next, and latest private weal.”
“On half a pound three grains of barley bread,
With two small bunches of dried grapes, he fed,
And met old age beneath a paltry shed.”
“Nam neque nos agere hoc patriäi tempore iniquo
Possumus æquo animo,” &c.—Lib. I. v. 42.
“Ἐιδον γαρ σκοπιην ἐς παιπαλοεσσαν ἀνελθων,
Νησον, την περι ποντος απειριτος ἐστεφανωται·
Ἀυτη δε χθαμαλη κεῖται καπνον δ’ ενι μεσσῃ