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 Lauroque, collataque myrto, Non sine Dis animosus infans.

Which may be thus English'd;

While yet a Child, I chanc'd to stray, And in a Desart sleeping lay; The savage Race withdrew, nor dar'd To touch the Muses future Bard: But Cytheræa's gentle Dove Myrtles and Bays around me spread, And crown'd your Infant Poet's Head, Sacred to Musick and to Love.