Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize
If deed of honour did thee ever please
Guard them and him within protect from harms.
He can requite thee； for he knows the charms
That call fame on such gentle acts as these
And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas
Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower：
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus when temple and tower
Went to the ground； and the repeated air
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.