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 But arm'd in vain;th' inexorable hate Of envious fortune call'd her to her fate, Insatiate in her rage; her frowns oppose The Latian fame, and heap on woes on woes. Our dread alarms each foreign monarch took, Thro' all their tribes the distant nations shook; To earth's last bounds the fame of Leo runs, Nile heard, and Indus trembled for his sons. Arabia heard the Medicean line, The first of men, and sprung from race divine. The sovereign priest, and mitred king appears With his lov'd Julius join'd, who kindly shares The reins of empire, and the publick cares. To break their country's chains, the gen'rous pair Concert their schemes, and meditate the war. On Leo Europe's monarchs turn their eyes, On him alone the western world relies; And each bold chief attends his dread alarms, While the proud crescent fades before his arms. High on his splendid car, immortal Rome, Thine eyes had seen the holy warrior come, Lord of the vanquish'd world, in triumph home.