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20 Stretch’d on the Grass, their Bodies they recline, Enjoy the rich Repast, and quaff the gen’rous Wine.


 * Rage of Hunger quell’d, they past away

In long and melancholy Talk the Day; Nor knew, by Fears and Hopes alternate led, Whether to deem their Friends distrest, or dead. Apart the pious Chief, who suffer’d most, Bemoans brave and  lost: For Fate, for  he weeps, And great, whelm’d beneath the Deeps.

, from high Heav’n, Imperial surveys The Nations, Shores, and navigable Seas; There, as he sate, inthron’d above the Skies, Full on the Lybian Realms he fix’d his Eyes. When, lo! the mournful Queen of Love appears; Her starry Eyes were dim’d with streaming Tears; Who to the Sire her humble Suit addrest, The Schemes of Fate revolving in his Breast.