A ghastly Horror in her Eyes appears;
But yet she knows not, who it is she fears;
In vain she offers from her self to run;
And drags about her what she strives to shun.
Oppress'd with Grief the pitying God appears;
And swells the rising Surges with his Tears;
From the detested Sorceress he flies;
Her Art reviles, and her Address denies;
Whilst hapless Scylla, chang'd to Rocks, decrees
Destruction to those Barques, that beat the Seas.
The Voyage of Æneas continu'd.
Here bulg'd the Pride of fam'd Ulysses' Fleet,
But good Æneas 'scap'd the Fate he met.
As to the Latian Shore the Trojan stood,
And cut with well-tim'd Oars the foaming Flood:
He weather'd fell Charybdis: But e're long
The Skies were darkened, and the Tempest strong.
Then to the Libyan Coast he stretches o'er;
And makes at length the Carthaginian Shore.
Here Dido, with an hospitable Care,
Into her Heart receives the Wanderer.
From her kind Arms th' ungrateful Hero flies;
The injur'd Queen looks on with dying Eyes,
Then to her Folly falls a Sacrifice.
Æneas now sets Sail, and plying gains
Fair Eryx, where his Friend Acestes reigns:
First to his Sire does fun'ral Rites decree,
Then gives the Signal next, and stands to Sea;
Out-runs the Wands where Volcano's roar;
Gets clear of Syrens, and their faithless Shore:
But looses Palynurus in the Way;
Then makes Inarime, and Prochytæ.
