Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Arms and the Man I sing, the first who bore His course to Latium from the Trojan shore; By fate expell'd, on land and ocean tost, Before he reach'd the fair Lavinian coast: Doom'd by the Gods a length of wars to wage, And urg'd by Juno's unrelenting rage; Ere the brave hero rais'd, in these abodes, His destin'd walls, and fix'd his wand'ring gods. Hence the fam'd Latian line, and senates come, And the proud triumphs, and the tow'rs of Rome.
rais'd of themselves, their genuine charms they boast, And those who paint them truest praise them most.joseph addison
rais'd of themselves, their genuine charms they boast And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most.joseph addison