“The king, deluded in a dream by Jove, Despair’d to take the town, and order’d to remove. What subject durst arraign the power supreme? Producing Jove to justify his dream. Ajax might wish the soldiers to retain From shameful flight, but wishes were in vain: As wanting of effect had been his words, Such as of course his thundering tongue affords. But did this boaster threaten, did he pray, Or by his own example urge their stay? None, none of these; but ran himself away. I saw him run, and was ashamed to see; Who plied his feet so fast to get aboard as he? Then speeding through the place, I made a stand, And loudly cried, ‘Oh, base degenerate band, To leave a town already in your hand! After so long expense of blood for fame, To bring home nothing but perpetual shame!’ These words, or what I have forgotten since, (For grief inspired me then with eloquence,) Reduced their minds; they leave the crowded port, And to their late forsaken camp resort: Dismay’d the council met: this man was there, But mute, and not recover’d of his fear: