A life unintangled with woe; ⁠70

For none are able to diſclofe
The ſeaſons of the uncertain ebbs and flows
Now of pleaſures, now of pains,
Which hidden fate to men ordains:

Thus providence, that to thy anceſtry, long-famed, ⁠75
Portions out a pleaſing ſhare
Of heaven-ſprung happineſs,
Does, ceaſing in another turn of time to bleſs,
Diſtribute ſome reverſe of care,
As from years ⁠80
Paſs'd appears,
Since the predeſtin'd ſon, at Pytho named,
Did Laius, blindly meeting, kill,
And the oracle, of old pronounc'd, fulfil:

Fell Erinnys, quick to view ⁠85
The deed, his warlike ſons in battle ſlew,
Each by the other's rage:
But to Polynices ſlain

Survived Therſander, glory of his age,