Dry Pyrrhus, little dost thou know,
What 'tis to make a whelp forgo
His lioness,—faith 'twill not do!
It will be so.
Nearchus understands his game,
If he resolves to quit his fame,
What's that to you? To save his name
You'll purchase shame.
If before peace you war prefer,
10Shoot at his butt—you'll find from her