Quel Che 'N Tessaglia Ebbe Le Man S' Pronte. Some Have Wept For Their Worst Enemies, But Laura Deigns Him Not A Single Tear. He Who For Empire At Pharsalia Threw, Reddening Its Beauteous Plain With Civil Gore, As Pompey'S Corse His Conquering Soldiers Bore, Wept When The Well-Known Features Met His View: The Shepherd Youth, Who Fierce Goliath Slew, Had Long Rebellious Children To Deplore, And Bent, In Generous Grief, The Brave Saul O'Er His Shame And Fall When Proud Gilboa Knew: But You, Whose Cheek With Pity Never Paled, Who Still Have Shields At Hand To Guard You Well Against Love'S Bow, Which Shoots Its Darts In Vain, Behold Me By A Thousand Deaths Assail'D, And Yet No Tears Of Thine Compassion Tell, But In Those Bright Eyes Anger And Disdain. Macgregor.