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Her Hands aloft the shining Goblet hold,
Pond’rous with Gems, and rough with sculptur’d Gold.980
When silence was proclaim’d, the royal Fair
Thus to the Gods addrest her fervent Pray’r.

Almighty Jove! who plead’st the Stranger’s Cause;
Great guardian God of hospitable Laws!
Oh! grant this Day to circle still with Joy,985
Thro’ late Posterity, to Tyre and Troy.
Be thou, O Bacchus! God of Mirth! a Guest;
And thou, O Juno! grace the genial Feast.
And you, my Lords of Tyre, your Fears remove,
And show your Guests Benevolence and Love.990
She said, and on the Board, in open View,
The first Libations to the Gods she threw:
Then sip’d the Wine, and gave to Bitia’s Hand.
He rose, obedient to the Queen’s Command;
At once the thirsty Trojan swill’d the Whole,995
Sunk the full Gold, and drain’d the foaming Bowl.

Then