Long lur’d her Trojan from the main:
And bleeding Arria, in such tones,
Assur’d her lord she “felt not pain.”
Such notes, in Rome’s delirious days,
Could liberty and laws restore;
Could bid “be still” sedition’s waves,
And faction’s whirlwind cease to roar
’Twas by such suasive sounds inspir’d,
The matrons press’d the hostile field;
The Volscian hosts, amaz’d, retir’d;