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HEN now Agenor had his Daughter lost, He sent his Son to search on every Coast; And sternly bid him to his Arms restore The Darling Maid, or see his Face no more, But live an Exile in a foreign Clime; Thus was the Father Pious to a Crime. The restless Youth search'd all the World around; But how can Jove in his Amours be found? When tir'd at length with unsuccessful Toil, To shun his angry Sire and Native Soil, He