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( 18 ) Mysteet shall waa me to Thessalia's shore : Les by Achilles on the Trojan plain, What spoils, what conquests, shall Atrides gain? To this the king;Fly, mighty warrior fly, Thy aid we need not, and thy threats desy, There want not chiefs in such a cause to fight, And Jove himselfshall guard a monarch’s right, Of all the kings (the gods' distinguish'd care) To power superior none such hatred bear; 230 Strife and debate thy restless soul employ, And wars and horrors are thy Savage joy: Ifthou hast strength, 'twas Heaven hit streng ້ bestow'd; For know, vain man thy valour is from God. Haste, launch thy vessels, fly with speed away, Rule thy own realms with arbitrary sway: I heed thee not, but prize at equal rate Thy short-liv'd friendship, and thy groundless hate: - Go threat thy earth-born Myrmidons; but here