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32 From Grecian Flames, I bear my rescu’d Gods, Safe in my Vessels, o’er the stormy Floods. In search of ancient I rove, And draw my Lineage from almighty. A Goddess-Mother and the Fates, my Guides, With twenty Ships, I plough’d the Phrygian Tides. Scarce sev’n of all my Fleet are left behind, Rent by the Waves, and shatter’d by the Wind. My self, from, and from , cast, A helpless Stranger, rove the Lybian Wast.


 * more cou’d hear her Son bewail

His various Woes, but interrupts his Tale. Who-e’er you are, arriv’d in these Abodes, No Wretch I deem abandon’d by the Gods; Hence then, with haste, to yon’ proud Palace bend Your Course, and on the gracious Queen attend. Your Friends are safe, the Winds are chang’d again, Or all my Skill in Augury is vain. See