ABSTRACT
T h e jars of brothers, two fuch mighty ones, Is like a fmall ftone thrown into a river, T h e breach fcarce heard, but view the beaten current, A n d you {hall fee a thoufand angry rings, Rife in his face, ftill fwelling, and ftill growing; So jars diftrufts encircle, diftrufts dangers, And dangers death, the greateft extreme follows, Ti l l nothing bound them but the ihoar, their graves.
