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60 He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers, And hid his bow in wreaths of flowers; Or pierc'd ome fond unguarded heart, With now and then a random dart; But heroes corn'd the idle boy, And love was but a hepherd's toy: When Venus, vex'd to ee her child Amid the forets thus run wild, Would point him out ome nobler game, Gods, and godlike men to tame. She eiz'd the boy's reluctant hand, And led him to the virgin band, Where the iter Mues round Swell the deep majetic ound; And in olemn trains unite, Breathing chate, evere delight: Songs of chiefs, and heroes old, In unubmitting virtue bold; Of