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54 But much I fear that hospitable Place, Where reigns, the Guardian of the Race: And least this fair Occasion she improve, Know, I design to fire the Queen with Love; A Love, beyond the Cure of Pow’rs divine; A Love as strong, and violent as mine. But how the proud to surprize With such a Passion, hear what I advise. The royal Youth,, from the Port Hastes, by his Father’s Summons, to the Court; With costly Presents charg’d, he takes his Way, Sav’d from the Trojan Flames, and stormy Sea; But to prevent Suspicion, will I steep His Temples in the Dews of balmy Sleep, Then to ’s sacred Seats remove, Or softly lay him in th’ Idalian Grove. This one revolving Night, thy self a Boy, Wear thou the Features of the Youth of ; And when the Queen, transported with thy Charms, Amidst the Feast, shall strain thee in her Arms, The