114, note. 223 "Circled with foes as when a packe of bloodie jackals cling About a goodly palmed hart, hurt with a hunter's bow Whose escape his nimble feet insure, whilst his warm blood doth flow, And his light knees have power to move: but (maistred by his wound) Embost within a shady hill, the jackals charge him round, And teare his flesh--when instantly fortune sends in the powers Of some sterne lion, with whose sighte they flie and he devours. So they around Ulysses prest." --Chapman. 224 --_Simois, railing,_ &c. "In those bloody fields Where Simois rolls the bodies and the shields Of heroes." --Dryden's Virgil, i. 142. 225 "Where yon disorder'd heap of ruin lies, Stones rent from stones,--where clouds of dust arise,-- Amid that smother, Neptune holds his place, Below the wall's foundation drives his mace, And heaves the building from the solid base." Dryden's Virgil, ii. 825. 226 --_Why boast we._ "Wherefore do I assume These royalties and not refuse to reign, Refusing to accept as great a share Of hazard as of honour, due alike to him Who reigns, and so much to him due Of hazard more, as he above the rest High honour'd sits." --"Paradise Lost," ii. 450. 227 --_Each equal weight._ "Long time in even scale The battle hung." --"Paradise Lost," vi. 245. 228 "He on his impious foes right onward drove, _Gloomy as night._" --"Paradise Lost," vi. 831 229 --_Renown'd for justice