Must I attend Pygmalion’s cruelty, Or till Hyarba shall in triumph lead A queen that proudly scorn’d his proffer’d bed?
Let not the Trojans, with a feign’d pretense Of proffer’d peace, delude the Latian prince.
Nor wage I wars unjust: your king denied My proffer’d friendship, and my promis’d bride; Left me for Turnus.
Such balmy words he pour’d, but all in vain: The proffer’d med’cine but provok’d the pain.
Iapis was at hand to prove his art, Whose blooming youth so fir’d Apollo’s heart, That, for his love, he proffer’d to bestow His tuneful harp and his unerring bow.
Mad Pandarus steps forth, with vengeance vow’d For Bitias’ death, and threatens thus aloud: "These are not Ardea’s walls, nor this the town Amata proffers with Lavinia’s crown: ’T is hostile earth you tread.