And nearest Friends pursue each other's Lives;

Blood, Murder, Death, and Horror will be rife,

Where Peace and Love, and Friendship triumph now.

Philip.

Philip.

Such stale Conjectures smell of Cowardice.

Our Father's Temper shews us the reverse:

All Danger he defies, and, once resolv'd,

No Arguments will move him to relent,

No Motives change his Purpose of Revenge,[Pg 141]

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No Prayers prevail upon him to delay

The Execution of his fix'd Design:

Like the starv'd Tyger in Pursuit of Prey,

No Opposition will retard his Course;

Like the wing'd Eagle that looks down on Clouds,

All Hindrances are little in his Eye,

And his great Mind knows not the Pain of Fear.

Chekitan.

Chekitan.

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