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Past. IV. Yet, of old Fraud some footsteps shall remain, The Merchant still shall plough the deep for gain: Great Cities shall with Walls be compass'd round; And sharpen'd Shares shall vex the fruitful ground. Another Typhis shall new Seas explore, Another Argos land the Chiefs, upon th' Iberian Shore. Another Helen other Wars create, And great Achilles urge the Trojan Fate: But when to ripen'd Man-hood he shall grow, The greedy Sailer shall the Seas forego; No Keel shall cut the Waves for foreign Ware; For every Soil shall every Product bear. The labouring Hind his Oxen shall disjoyn, No Plow shall hurt the Glebe, no Pruning-hook the Vine: Nor Wooll shall in dissembled Colours shine. But the luxurious Father of the Fold, With native Purple, or unborrow'd Gold, Beneath his pompous Fleece shall proudly sweat: And under Tyrian Robes the Lamb shall bleat. The Fates, when they this happy Web have spun, Shall bless the sacred Clue, and bid it smoothly run. Mature in years, to ready Honours move, O of Cœlestial Seed! O foster Son of Jove! See, lab'ring Nature calls thee to sustain The nodding Frame of Heav'n, and Earth, and Main; See to their Base restor'd, Earth, Seas, and Air, And joyful Ages from behind, in crowding Ranks appear.