Πάταγος Ἄρεος.
Soph. Antig. 122.
“And pitchy Vulcan seized our loftiest towers; dire was the din of Mars that rose from behind.”
“And rush the stormers in with lustiest British cheers.”
“In the Peninsula, the sudden deafening shout, rolling over a field of battle, more full and terrible than that of any other nation, and followed by the strong unwavering charge, often startled and appalled a French column, before whose fierce and vehement assault any other troops would have given way.”—Napier, Hist. War in the Penins. book xxiv. c. 6.
XIV. “Oh, Rank and Dignity! I saw two flies.”
“They wonder how any man should be so much taken with the glaring, doubtful lustre of a jewel or stone, that can look up to a star, or to the sun itself; or how any should value himself because his cloth is made of a finer thread; for, how fine soever that thread may be, it was once no better than the fleece of a sheep, and that sheep was a sheep still for all its wearing it. They wonder much to hear that gold, which in itself is so useless a thing, should be every where so much esteemed that even man, for whom it was made, and by whom it has its value, should yet be thought of less value than it is; so that a man of lead, who has no more sense than a log of wood, and is as bad as he is foolish, should have many wise and good men serving him, only because he has a great heap of that metal; and if it should so happen that by some accident, or trick of law, which does sometimes produce as great changes as chance itself, all this wealth should pass from the master to the meanest varlet of his whole family, he himself would very soon become one of his servants, as if he were a thing that belonged to his wealth, and so were bound to follow its fortune. But they do much more admire and detest their folly who, when they see a rich man, though they neither owe him anything, nor are in any sort obnoxious to him, yet merely because he is rich, they give him little less than divine honours; even though they know him to be so covetous and base-minded that, notwithstanding all his wealth, he will not part with one farthing of it to them as long as he lives.”—Sir Thomas More, Utopia, book ii. Bishop Burnet’s Translation.
XVII. “Thus to Achilles’ arms the maid restored.”
Untouched “quoad Agamemnona.” The epithet of Homer is ἀπροτίμαστος. Il. xix.
XVIII. “Afonso, Avíz, Nun’ Alvares, &c.”