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50 What Fate, O Goddess-born, she said, has tost So brave a Hero on this barbarous Coast? Are you, who in ’s Grove; Sprung from and the Queen of Love By ’ Streams? and now I call to Mind, When left his native Shores behind; The banisht Prince to came, to gain Great ’ Aid, to fix him in his Reign; Then the rich Cyprian Isle, my warlike Sire Subdu’d, and ravag’d wide with Sword and Fire. From him I learnt the Grecian Kings of Fame, The Fall of, and your glorious Name: He on your Valour, tho’ a Foe, with Joy Would dwell, and proudly trace his Birth from. Come to my Palace then, my royal Guest, And, with your Friends, indulge the genial Feast. My Wand’rings and my Fate, resembling yours, At length have fixt me on the Lybian Shores; And, touch’d with Miseries my self have known, I view, with pity, Woes so like my own.