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40 Kind foster-nurse! Grateful he plac'd her here, And bade her their mother's honour share. 's course admiring landsmen trace, But sailors hate her inauspicious face.

Beneath Auriga, turning to the east, The Tyrian, Europa's treacherous beast, His golden horns and snowy neck displays: Rivals his splendid head Apollo's rays. Glows his red eye with 's fire— With sparkling gems his brow the tire. Auriga and the Bull together meet— Touches his star-tipp'd horn the hero's feet. The beast before him to the west descends— Together with him from the east ascends.

Unhappy, though of race divine! From Jove himself descends the royal line, And not unmindful of his noble birth To heaven Jove rais'd him from this lower earth. Above the lesser Bear his form is seen— Measures her tail the space his feet between. Near to the studded girdle of his waist Lies the huge coil of Draco's speckled breast.

Near and before him rolls divinely fair Proud in her stately chair. Few gems, though bright, the mournful matron grace; Nor can she rival Cythia'sCynthia's [sic] beauteous face.