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228 To Jove, Restorer of my Race decay'd, My Vows were first with due Oblations paid, I then divide with an impartial Hand My empty City, and my ruin'd Land, To give the New born Youth an equal Share, And call them Myrmidons, from what they were. You saw their Persons, and they still retain The Thrift of Ants, tho' now transform'd to Men. A frugal People, and inur'd to Sweat, Lab'ring to gain, and keeping what they get. These, equal both in Strength and Years, shall join Their willing Aid, and follow your Design, With the first Southern Gale that shall present To fill your Sails, and favour your Intent.

With such Discourse they entertain the Day; The Ev'ning past in Banquets, Sport, and Play: Then, having crown'd the Night with sweet Repose, Aurora (with the Wind at East) arose. Now Pallas' Sons to Cephalus resort, And Cephalus with Pallas' Sons to Court, To the King's Levee; him Sleep's silken Chain, And pleasing Dreams, beyond his Hour detain; But then the Princes of the Blood, in State, Expect, and meet 'em at the Palace Gate.

To th' inmost Courts the Grecian Youths were led, And plac'd by Phocus on a Tyrian Bed; Who, soon observing Cephalus to hold A Dart of unknown Wood, but arm'd with Gold; None better loves (said he) the Huntsman's Sport, Or does more often to the Woods resort; Yet