348-366, and also pp.

400, 401 ('Gorgias,' 466-479, and 508, 509).
[L] 'No trivial game is here; the strife Is waged for Turnus' own dear life.' _Conington_.
See Virgil, AEneid,' xii.

764, 745: _cf_.

'Iliad,' xxii.

159-162.
SONG II.
THE BONDAGE OF PASSION.
When high-enthroned the monarch sits, resplendent in the pride Of purple robes, while flashing steel guards him on every side; When baleful terrors on his brow with frowning menace lower, And Passion shakes his labouring breast--how dreadful seems his power! But if the vesture of his state from such a one thou tear, Thou'lt see what load of secret bonds this lord of earth doth wear.
Lust's poison rankles; o'er his mind rage sweeps in tempest rude; Sorrow his spirit vexes sore, and empty hopes delude.
Then thou'lt confess: one hapless wretch, whom many lords oppress, Does never what he would, but lives in thraldom's helplessness.
III.
'Thou seest, then, in what foulness unrighteous deeds are sunk, with what splendour righteousness shines.