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Rh First, his dissembled Father he carest, Hung round his Neck, and play’d upon his Breast; Then to the Queen’s Embraces he withdrew, She look’d, and lent her Soul at every View; Then took him on her Lap, devour’d his Charms; Nor knew poor, blind to future Harms, How great a God she fondled in her Arms. But he, now mindful of his Mother, stole By slow Degrees from her Soul; Her Soul, rekindling, in her Husband’s stead Admits the Prince; the Living for the Dead.


 * as the Banquet paus’d, to raise their Souls,

With sparkling Wine they crown the massy Bowls. Thro’ the wide Hall the rolling Eccho bounds, The Palace rings, the vaulted Dome resounds. The blazing Torches, and the Lamps, display, From golden Roofs, an artificial Day. Now crowns the Bowl of State with Wine, The Bowl of, and the regal Line. Rh