The Dogs which now in State stand round thy Throne
Shall rouze the sleepy Wolf, bold to assert
His Liberty, nor drag thy servile Chain.
Bithynia’s Realm shall then become a Prey
To fierce devouring Wolves, and Jove’s Decree
Transfer thy Empire hence to fair Byzantium.
Happy, thrice happy Monarch would’st thou be,
Could’st thou repel with Force the rav’nous Wolf,
Thus timely warn’d by me: For I am forc’d
To speak, and tell the Will of Heav’n to Man.