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From Grecian Flames, I bear my rescu’d Gods,
Safe in my Vessels, o’er the stormy Floods.
In search of ancient Italy I rove,
And draw my Lineage from almighty Jove.
A Goddess-Mother and the Fates, my Guides,510
With twenty Ships, I plough’d the Phrygian Tides.
Scarce sev’n of all my Fleet are left behind,
Rent by the Waves, and shatter’d by the Wind.
My self, from Europe, and from Asia, cast,
A helpless Stranger, rove the Lybian Wast.515

No more cou’d Venus hear her Son bewail
His various Woes, but interrupts his Tale.
Who-e’er you are, arriv’d in these Abodes,
No Wretch I deem abandon’d by the Gods;
Hence then, with haste, to yon’ proud Palace bend520
Your Course, and on the gracious Queen attend.
Your Friends are safe, the Winds are chang’d again,
Or all my Skill in Augury is vain.

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