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What Fate, O Goddess-born, she said, has tost
So brave a Hero on this barbarous Coast?
Are you Æneas, who in Ida’s Grove;
Sprung from Anchises and the Queen of Love
By Simois’ Streams? and now I call to Mind,835
When Teucer left his native Shores behind;
The banisht Prince to Sidon came, to gain
Great Belus’ Aid, to fix him in his Reign;
Then the rich Cyprian Isle, my warlike Sire
Subdu’d, and ravag’d wide with Sword and Fire.840
From him I learnt the Grecian Kings of Fame,
The Fall of Ilion, and your glorious Name:
He on your Valour, tho’ a Foe, with Joy
Would dwell, and proudly trace his Birth from Troy.
Come to my Palace then, my royal Guest,845
And, with your Friends, indulge the genial Feast.
My Wand’rings and my Fate, resembling yours,
At length have fixt me on the Lybian Shores;
And, touch’d with Miseries my self have known,
I view, with pity, Woes so like my own.850

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