Obsequious, or wine's impurpled draught:
Nor didst thou cease, through streets and highways broad,
Euripides! to chase the royal slave,
Till vengeance met thee, in his angry mood,
And deep-mouth'd bloodhounds tore thee to the grave.
X.
And him too of Cythera,—foster child
Of all the Muses, train'd to love and song,—
Philoxenus,—thou knowest,—how with wild
And loud acclaim, (as late he pass'd along