Nor fail'd she then a full review to make Of what the Panther suffer'd for her sake: 40 Her lost esteem, her truth, her loyal care, Her faith unshaken to an exiled heir,[120] Her strength to endure, her courage to defy; Her choice of honourable infamy. On these, prolixly thankful, she enlarged; Then with acknowledgment herself she charged; For friendship, of itself an holy tie, Is made more sacred by adversity. Now should they part, malicious tongues would say, They met like chance companions on the way, 50 Whom mutual fear of robbers had possess'd; While danger lasted, kindness was profess'd; But that once o'er, the short-lived union ends; The road divides, and there divide the friends. The Panther nodded when her speech was done, And thank'd her coldly in a hollow tone: But said her gratitude had gone too far For common offices of Christian care. If to the lawful heir she had been true, She paid but Cæsar what was Cæsar's due. 60 I might, she added, with like praise describe Your suffering sons, and so return your bribe: But incense from my hands is poorly prized; For gifts are scorn'd where givers are despised. I served a turn, and then was cast away; You, like the gaudy fly, your wings display, And sip the sweets, and bask in your great patron's day. This heard, the matron was not slow to find What sort of malady had seized her mind: Disdain, with gnawing envy, fell despite, 70 And canker'd malice stood in open sight: Ambition, interest, pride without control, And jealousy, the jaundice of the soul; Revenge, the bloody minister of ill, With all the lean tormentors of the will. 'Twas easy now to guess from whence arose Her new-made union with her ancient foes, Her forced civilities, her faint embrace, Affected kindness with an alter'd face: Yet durst she not too deeply probe the wound, 80 As hoping still the nobler parts were sound: But strove with anodynes to assuage the smart, And mildly thus her medicine did impart. Complaints of lovers help to ease their pain; It shows a rest of kindness to complain; A friendship loath to quit its former hold; And conscious merit may be justly bold. But much more just your jealousy would show, If others' good were injury to you: Witness, ye heavens, how I rejoice to see 90 Rewarded worth and rising loyalty! Your warrior offspring that upheld the crown. The scarlet honour of your peaceful gown, Are the most pleasing objects I can find, Charms to my sight, and cordials to my mind: When virtue spooms before a prosperous gale, My heaving wishes help to fill the sail; And if my prayers for all the brave were heard, Cæsar should still have such, and such should still reward.