Which Dryden, if with rather too much amplification, still very beautifully translates thus:—
“Yet let a race untamed and haughty foes
His peaceful entrance with dire arms oppose,
Oppress’d with numbers in th’ unequal field,
His men discouraged and himself expell’d:
Let him for succour sue from place to place,
Torn from his subjects and his son’s embrace.
First let him see his friends in battle slain,
And their untimely fate lament in vain;
And when at length the cruel wars shall cease,