Deserted, at his utmost need,

By those his former bounty fed,

On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes.

Alexander's Feast. Line 77.

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For pity melts the mind to love.[272:1]

Alexander's Feast. Line 96.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.