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46 , be bold; against my Will, my Fate, A Throne unsettled, and an infant State, Bid me defend my Realms with all my Pow’rs, And guard with these Severities my Shores. Lives there a Stranger to the Trojan Name, Their Valour, Arms, and Chiefs of mighty Fame? We know the War that set the World on Fire, Nor are so void of Sense the Sons of. For here his Beams indulgent sheds, And rolls his flaming Chariot o’er our Heads. Seek you, my Friends, the blest Saturnian Plains, Or fair, where reigns? With Aids supply’d, and furnish’d from my Stores, Safe will I send you from the Lybian Shores. Or would you stay to raise this growing Town? Fix here your Seat; and is your own. Haste, draw your Ships to Shore; to me the same, Your and  shall differ but in Name. And oh! that great had been tost, By the same Storm, on the same friendly Coast. But