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But when he saw his Sire in such a danger, He bursted forth into those words the rather, Hold, hold thy hand in haste thou furious stranger, Kill not King Croesus, murder not my Father. The other hearing this, his hand retired, Then called his king's commandment to mind, And to no small preferment he aspired, To whom this desert did his Sovereign bind. Now, when that Croesus, who for death did languish, Was of this fair occasion disappointed, o'ercharged with grief, and surfeiting of anguish, To see himself for further evils appointed. He with sad sighs those syllables did accord, Now cruel destiny do what thou can, Which would not unto me the grace afford That I might perish like a private man. Ah! must I live to wish t'have been unborn, charactering shame in a dejected face? Ah! must I live to my perpetual scorn, The finger-pointed object of disgrace? Yet this unto his soul more sorrow bred, He Kinglike as in former times arrayed, Was with a mighty acclamation led straight to the Tent whereas their Emperor stayed. So soon as Cyrus got him in his power, He caused bring bands of iron, burdenous chains, And clogged him hand and foot at that same hour, As one that was designed for grievous pains. Then caused in haste a pile of wood to make, And in the midst where all men might espy him, Caused bind the captived King unto a stake, With fourteen others of the Lydians by him. There, as th'oblation for his Victory, With sacred flames their bodies to combure, Although Ioue hates preposterous piety, And doth delight in offerings that are pure. Now whilst the fires were kindling round about, As one that to some powerful god had vowed, With eyes bent up, and with his hands stretched out, O Solon, Solon, Croesus cried aloud. Some hearing him to utter such a voice, And seeing Cyrus' curious for to know, Now of what Deity dying he made choice, Did pray him liberally his mind to show. He answered; upon one in wit profound He called, with whom he wished, if it might be, That all the Rulers of th'inferior round Had had some conference as well as he. For he had told him whilst his fortune lasted, As one expert in good advises giving, That all his flowers of bliss might soon be blasted, And could not be accomplished he being living. Then he proceeded for to show at length The Dialogue twixt Solon and twixt him, Who prayed him not to trust in worldly strength, By which unto true bliss no man could climb. This speech moved Cyrus deeply, for to ponder The great uncertainty of worldly things, As thinking that himself might be brought under, Who had no privilege more than other Kings. Then having such a pattern placed before him, Whose far-changed fortune thoroughly was revolved, He freely did his liberty restore him, And willed him from the fire to be absolved.
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But when he ſaw his Syre in ſuch a danger, He burſted forth into thoſe words the rather, Hold, hold thy hand in haſte thou furious ſtranger, Kill not King Croeſus, murther not my Father. The other hearing this, his hand retyrde, Then call'd his Kings commandement to minde, And to no ſmall preferment he aſpyrde, To whom this deſert did his Sou'raigne binde. Now, when that Croeſus, who for death did languiſh, Was of this faire occaſion diſappointed, O're-chargd with griefe, and ſurfeiting of anguiſh, To ſee himſelfe for further euils appointed. He with ſad ſighs thoſe ſyllables did accord, Now cruell deſtinie do what thou can, Which would not vnto me the grace afford That I might periſh like a priuate man. Ah! muſt I liue to wiſh t'haue been vnborne, Charactring ſhame in a deiected face? Ah! muſt I liue to my perpetuall ſcorne, The finger-pointed obiect of diſgrace? Yet this vnto his ſoule more ſorrow bred, He King-like as in former times arrayde, Was with a mightie acclamation led Strait to the Tent whereas their Emp'rour ſtayde. So ſoone as Cyrus got him in his powre, He cauſde bring bands of yron, burd'nous chaines, And clogd him hand and foot at that ſame howre, As one that was deſign'd for grieuous paines. Then cauſde in haſte a pile of wood to make, And in the midſt where all men might eſpy him, Cauſde bind the captiu'd King vnto a ſtake, With fourteene others of the Lydians by him. There, as th'oblation for his Victorie, With ſacred flames their bodies to combure, Although Ioue hates prepoſtrous pietie, And doth delight in offrings that are pure. Now whilſt the fires were kindling round about, As one that to ſome powrefull god had vowd, With eyes bent vp, and with his hands ſtretcht out, O Solon, Solon, Croeſus cride alowd. Some hearing him to vtter ſuch a voyce, And ſeeing Cyrus curious for to know, Now of what Deitie dying he made choyce, Did pray him liberally his mind to ſhow. He anſwered; vpon one in wit profound He calld, with whom he wiſht, if it might be, That all the Rulers of th'inferior round Had had ſome conference as well as he. For he had told him whilſt his fortune laſted, As one expert in good aduiſes giuing, That all his flowres of bliſſe might ſoone be blaſted, And could not be accompliſht he being liuing. Then he proceeded for to ſhew at length The Dialogue twixt Solon and twixt him, Who prayd him not to truſt in worldly ſtrength, By which vnto true bliſſe no man could clim. This ſpeech mou'd Cyrus deepely, for to ponder The great vncertaintie of worldly things, As thinking that himſelfe might be brought vnder, Who had no priuiledge more then other Kings. Then hauing ſuch a paterne plac'd before him, Whoſe farre-changd fortune throughly was revolu'd, He freely did his libertie reſtore him, And willd him from the fire to be abſolu'd.