Not so my father taught my childhood arms—
Born in a siege, and bred among alarms.
Nor is my youth unworthy of my friend,
Nor of the heaven born hero I attend.
The thing, called life, with ease I can disclaim,
And think it over-sold to purchase fame."
Then Nisus thus:—"Alas! thy tender years
Would minister new matter to my fears.
So may the gods, who view this friendly strife,
Restore me to thy loved embrace with life,