In watch upon the offing, worn with haste To see his youth revived, and, close embraced, Pardon who had subdued him, who had gained Surely the stoutest battle between two Since Titan pierced by young Apollo stained Earth's breast, the prince looked forth, himself looked through. XVI. Errors aforetime unperceived were bared, To be by his young masterful repaired: Renewed his great ideas gone to smoke; His policy confirmed amid the surge Of States and people fretting at his yoke. And lo, the fleet brown-flocked on the sea-verge! XVII. Oars pulled: they streamed in harbour; without cheer For welcome shadowed round the heaving bier. They, whose approach in such rare pomp and stress Of numbers the free islanders dismayed At Tyranny come masking to oppress, Found Lycophron this breathless, this lone-laid. XVIII. Who smote the man thrown open to young joy? The image of the mother of his boy Came forth from his unwary breast in wreaths, With eyes. And shall a woman, that extinct, Smite out of dust the Powerful who breathes? Her loved the son; her served; they lay close-linked! XIX. Dead was he, and demanding earth. Demand Sharper for vengeance of an instant hand, The Tyrant in the father heard him cry, And raged a plague; to prove on free Hellenes How prompt the Tyrant for the Persian dye; How black his Gods behind their marble screens. SOLON I. The Tyrant passed, and friendlier was his eye On the great man of Athens, whom for foe He knew, than on the sycophantic fry That broke as waters round a galley's flow, Bubbles at prow and foam along the wake. Solidity the Thunderer could not shake, Beneath an adverse wind still stripping bare, His kinsman, of the light-in-cavern look, From thought drew, and a countenance could wear Not less at peace than fields in Attic air Shorn, and shown fruitful by the reaper's hook. II. Most enviable so; yet much insane To deem of minds of men they grow! these sheep, By fits wild horses, need the crook and rein; Hot bulls by fits, pure wisdom hold they cheap, My Lawgiver, when fiery is the mood. For ones and twos and threes thy words are good; For thine own government are pillars: mine Stand acts to fit the herd; which has quick thirst, Rejecting elegiacs, though they shine On polished brass, and, worthy of the Nine, In showering columns from their fountain burst. III.