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Rh Jove may kill, but ne’er ſhall ſunder.
 * Bring me lightning, give me thunder.
 * and Jove may kill, but ne’er ſhall ſunder.
 * to Thy love ſtill arm’d with fate

Is dreadful as thy hate. O might it prove to me, So gentle Peleus were but free, O might it prove to me As fatal as to loſt conſuming Semele! Thy love ſtill arm’d with fate Is dreadful as thy hate.
 * to Son of Saturn, take advice

From one whom thy ſevere decree Has furniſh’d leiſure to grow wiſe: Thou rul’ſt the gods, but Fate rules thee.

Whoe’er th’ immortal maid compreſſing Shall taſte joy and reap the bleſſing, Thus th’ unerring ſtars adviſe: From that auſpicious night an heir ſhall riſe, Paternal glories to efface, The moſt illuſtrious of his race, Tho’ ſprange from him who rules the ſkies.
 * apart. Shall then the ſon of Saturn be undone,

Like Saturn, by an impious ſon?