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48 The Queen of Love the Glance divine supplies, And breathes immortal Spirit in his Eyes. Like Parian Marble, beauteous to behold, Or Silver’s milder Gleam, in burnish’d Gold, Or polish’d Iv’ry, shone the godlike Man: All stood surpriz’d; and thus the Prince began.


 * , whom you seek, you here survey;

Escap’d the Tempest of the Lybian Sea. O, gracious Queen, who make alone The Woes, and Cause, of wretched your own, And shelter in your Walls, with pious Care, Her Sons, the Relicks of the Grecian War, Who all the Forms of Misery have bore, Storms on the Sea, and Dangers on the Shore; Nor we, nor all the Dardan Nation, hurl’d Wide o’er the Globe, and scatter’d round the World, But the good Gods, with Blessings, shall repay Your bounteous Deeds; the Gods and only they, (If