2IO Anne Bradjl reefs Works.
That Crejfiis angry, urg'd him to exprefs,
If ever King equal'd his happinefs.
(Qiioth he) that man for happy we commend,
Whofe happy life attains an happy end."
Cyrus with pitty mov'd, knowing Kings ftand.
Now up and down, as fortune turns her hand,
Weighing the Age, and greatnefs of the Prince, [93]
(His Mothers Uncle) ftories do evince:
Gave him his life, and took him for a friend,
Did to him ftill his chief deligns commend.^
Next war the relflefs Cyrus thought upon.
Was conqueft of the ftately Babilon,
Now treble walfd, and moated lb about,
That all the world they need not^ fear nor doubt;
To drain this ditch, he many Sluces cut,
But till convenient time their heads kept (hut;
That night BelJJiazzar feafted all his rout,
He cut thofe banks, and let the River out,
And to the walls fecurely marches on.
Not finding a defendant thereupon;
Enters the Town, the fottifh King he (layes,
Upon Earths richeft fpoyles his Souldiers prej's;
Here twenty years provilion good he found.
Forty five miles this City fcarce could round;
o Instead of this and the nine preceding lines, the first edition has, — Upon demand, his minde to Cyrus broke, And told, how Solon in his hight had fpoke.
/> Gave him at once, his life, and Kingdom too, And with the JLidians, had no more to doe.
? they neither. ^ -'good" not in the first edition.
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