XXXVII.

As thine the curb, so thine be too the scourge, Not lightly used, but terrible in need. Earth, like Alcides, of its monsters purge, Both hydra-tyrants and the single breed! Untusk the boar, and shatter like a reed The swords resisting Justice; yet be thine With mercy to attemper strength of deed; Nor let thy Fecial seers too nice refine, But loveliest rays of Truth through all thy orbit shine.