men!
"For thee the public vows ascend; to thee,
"In Bacchus' bowl we drink. The royal hall
"Resounds with all the grateful people's praise;
"Nor through the city glooms one sorrowing spot."

And yet (so seldom pleasure comes unmix'd,
But still some cares with joy will intervene)
While AEgeus, gladden'd that his son secure
Arriv'd; Minos, for furious war prepares.
Strong though his troops, and though his navy strong
His utmost strength was in paternal rage;
And with just arms Androgeus' death t' avenge
He wars: yet first auxiliar strength he gains;
And powerful sweeps the seas with flying ships.
First Anaphe joins him, and Astypalaea; urg'd
By promise this, and that by threats constrain'd,
Low Mycone; Cymolus' chalky fields;
Bright Cythnos; Scyros; flat Seriphus' isle;
The marble Paros; and the fort betray'd
For gold, demanded by the impious nymph
Sithonian: still for gold she anxious seeks
Though chang'd a bird; on sable pinions borne,
With sable feet, she flutters as a daw.

But Oliaros, and Didymae, unite;
And Gyaros, Andros, Tenos, all refuse,
With Peparethos, in bright olives rich,
To aid the Gnossian fleet. Thence to the left
Steering, OEnopia's regions Minos sought;
OEnopia call'd of old, AEgina now,
By AEaecus, his mother's honor'd name.
In crowds the people rush, and pant to view
So highly fam'd a prince: to meet him go
First Telamon, then Peleus next in age,
And Phocas third and last, Ev'n AEaecus
With years opprest, steps tardy forth, and asks
The visit's cause. The hundred-city'd king
Deep sighs, his grief paternal all renew'd,
And thus replies;--"My arms, O, king! assist
"Assum'd, just vengeance for a son to claim.
"Partake this pious war. Peace to his manes
"I seek."--But Asopiades replies;--
"In vain you ask;--my city cannot aid:
"No lands by neighbouring scite more closely bound,
"Than ours and Athens'; hence our league."--The king
Angry departs, exclaiming.--"Much your league
"May cost you!"--But to threaten war more safe
He deems, than wage it there, and waste his force.
Still from OEnopia's walls the fleet was seen,
Not distant far; when sped by swelling sail,
An Attic ship arriv'd; the friendly port
Enter'd. On board was Cephalus who bore
His country's message. Well the royal youths
The hero knew, though long time past beheld;
And gave the friendly hand, and welcome led
To