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260 O Goddess born, with thy hard Fortune strive, Troy never can be lost, and thou alive. Thy Passage thou shalt free through Fire, and Sword, And Troy in foreign Lands shall be restor'd. In happier Fields a rising Town I see, Greater, than what e'er was, or is, or e'er shall be: And Heav'n yet owes the World a Race deriv'd from Thee. Sages, and Chiefs, of other Lineage born, The City shall extend, extended shall adorn: But from Iulus he must draw his Breath, By whom thy Rome shall rule the conquer'd Earth: Whom Heav'n will lend Mankind on Earth to reign, And late require the precious Pledge again. This Helenus to great Æneas told, Which I retain, e'er since in other Mould My Soul was cloath'd; and now rejoice to view My Country Walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew; Rais'd by the Fall, Decreed by Loss to Gain; Enslav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign. 'Tis time my hard-mouth'd Coursers to controul, Apt to run Riot, and transgress the Goal: And therefore I conclude, Whatever lies, In Earth, or flits in Air, or fills the Skies, All suffer Change; and we, that are of Soul And Body mix'd, are Members of the whole. Then when our Sires, or Grandsires shall forsake, The Forms of Men, and brutal Figures take, Thus hous'd, securely let their Spirits rest, Nor violate thy Father in the Beast, Thy Friend, thy Brother, any of thy Kin, If none of these, yet there's a Man within: O spare to make a Thyestæan Meal, T' inclose his Body, and his Soul expel. Ill Customs by degree to Habits rise, Ill Habits soon become exalted Vice: What