But watch'd the time, her vengeance to complete,
When all her furry sons in frequent senate met.
Meanwhile she quench'd her fury at the flood,
And with a lenten sallad cool'd her blood.
Their commons, tho' but coarse, were nothing scant,
Nor did their minds an equal banquet want.
For now the Hind, whose noble nature strove 30
T'express her plain simplicity of love,
Did all the honors of her house so well,
No sharp debates disturb'd the friendly meal:
She turn'd the talk, (avoiding that extreme,)
To common dangers past, a sadly pleasing theme;
Rememb'ring every storm which toss'd the state,
When both were objects of the public hate,
And dropt a tear, betwixt, for their own chil-
Nor fail'd she then a full review to make,
Of what the Panther suffer'd for her sake:
Her lost esteem, her truth, her loyal care,
Her faith unshaken to an exil'd heir,
Her strength t' endure, her courage to defy;
Her choice of honorable infamy.
On these, prolixly thankful, she enlarg'd;
Then with acknowledgment herself she charg'd:
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;