And lightly prize all meaner misery!"

Down his warm cheeks the tears unbidden roll,

And speak the silent language of his soul.

Meanwhile the council closed; the peers withdrew:

To Trollio's dome the prince impatient flew;

There saw at large the hostile plot disclosed,

And his own plans with silent care disposed:

While Bernheim bade his quarter'd troops prepare

At earliest dawn the toils of war to share.

The weak he strengthen'd, and confirm'd the brave,

Arranged each band, and due directions gave.

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Then to their stations baste the joyful powers,

And cheat with various sport the midnight hours.

Some brighten up their arms to polish'd flame,

And shake the sword, as in the field of fame:

Some crown the bowl, to chase dull fears away,

And end in long debauch the task of day.

Some court the aid of sleep, whose soft relief

Weighs down the eye of care, and smooths the thorns of Grief.

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