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Rom Aurora’s Spicy Bed,

Phœbus tears his Sacred Head.

His Courſers Advancing,

Curvetting and Prancing.

Phœbus ſtrives in vain to Tame ’em,

With Ambroſia Fed too high.

Phœbus ought not new to blame ’em,

Wild and eager to Survey

The faireſt Pageant of the Sea.

Tritons and Nereids come pay your Devotion

To the New riſing Star of the Ocean.

Look down ye Orbs and See

A New Divinity.

Whoſe Luſtre does Out-Shine

Your fainter Beams, and half Eclipſes mine,

Give Phœbus leave to Prophecy.

Phœbus all Events can ſee.

Ten Thouſand Thouſand Harmes.

From ſuch prevailing Charmes,

To Gods and Men muſt inſtantly Enſue.

And if the Deity’s above,

Are Victims of the powers of Love,

What muſt wretched Mortals do.

Fear not Phœbus, fear not me,

A harmleſs Deity. Rh