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Aw’d by thy Thunders, Men, and Gods obey; What have my poor exhausted done? Or what, alas! my dear unhappy Son? Still, for the Sake of, deny’d All other Coasts, and barr’d the World beside? Sure, once you promis’d, that a Race divine Of Roman Chiefs should spring from ’s Line; The World in future Ages to command, And in their Empire grasp the Sea and Land. Oh! sov’reign Father, say! what Cause could move The fixt unalterable Word of ! Which sooth’d my Grief, when felt her Doom, And I balanced with the Fates of. But see! their Fortune still pursues her Blow; When wilt thou fix a Period to their Woe? In safety, bold broke his Way Thro’ Hosts of Foes, and pierc’d th’ Illyrian Bay, Where,