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24 There, shall the Trojan Race enjoy the Pow’r, And fill the Throne three hundred Winters more. , the royal Priestess, next shall bear Two lovely Infants to the God of War. Nurst by a tawny Wolf, her eldest Son, Imperial, shall mount the Throne; From his own Name, the People call, And from his Father, his rising Wall. No Limits have I fixt, of Time, or Place, To the vast Empire of the godlike Race. Ev’n haughty Juno shall the Nation love, Who now alarms Earth, Seas, and Heav’n above; And joyn her friendly Counsels to my own, With endless Fame the Sons of to crown, The World’s majestic Lords, the Nation of the Gown. This Word be Fate—an Hour shall wing its Way, When in Dust shall proud  lay. In, his Sons shall reign, And vanquisht wear the Victor’s Chain. Then