" Oh! bear me hence, on wheels of ſpeed, 135
" To Elis, to the glorious meed:
" To victory Oh! whirl me, ſtrait:
" Since, after ten, and other three,
" Bold ſuiters ſlain, yet ſtill we ſee,
" From year to year, the promis'd nuptials wait 140
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" Of his daughter. No perilous toil can excite
" The daſtard in heart, who deſpairs of his might.
" Since we all are born to dy,
" Who, overcaſt, would in oblivion ly,
" In unreputed age decay, 145
" And meanly ſquander life away,
" Cut off from every praiſe? Then let me dare
" This conflict, in the duſty liſts, to ſhare;
" And proſper thou my glowing wheels.
Thus Pelops ſpoke; nor was his fervent pray'r 150
Pour'd forth in fruitleſs words, to waft in air:
The deity his whole ambition grants;
Nor ſhining car, nor courſers, now he wants:
In the golden bright chariot new vigour he feels,
Exulting in the horſes' feet, 155
Unwearied ever, ever fleet:
STROPHE