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And here and there the painter interlaces
Pale cowards marching on with trembling paces,
Which heartlesse peasants did so well resemble,
That one would swear he saw them quake and tremble.

In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what Art
Of physiognomy might one behold!
The face of either cipher'd eithers heart,
Their face their manners most expresly told,
In Ajax eyes blunt rage and rigor rold.
But the mild glance that she Ulysses lent,
Shew'd deep regard and smiling government.

There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand,
As 'twere encouraging the Greekes to fight,
Making such sober Actions with his hand,
That it beguil'd attention, charm'd the sight:
In speech it seem'd his beard, all silver white,
Wag'd up and down, and from his lips did flie
Thin winding breath which purld up to the skie.

About him were a press of gaping faces,
Which seem'd to swallow up his sound advise:
All jointly listning, but with several graces,
As if some Mermaid did their eares intice;
Some high, some low, the painter was so nice.
The scalpes of many almost hid behind,
To jump up higher seem'd to mock the mind.

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