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36 We search th'ungrateful Fugitive abroad; While they at home sustain his happy load. He sung the Lover's fraud; the longing Maid, With golden Fruit, like all the Sex, betray'd. The Sisters mourning for their Brother's loss; Their Bodies hid in Barks, and furr'd with Moss. How each a rising Alder now appears; And o're the Po distils her Gummy Tears. Then sung, how Gallus by a Muses hand, Was led and welcom'd to the sacred Strand. The Senate rising to salute their Guest; And Linus thus their gratitude express'd. Receive this Present, by the Muses made; The Pipe on which th' Ascræan Pastor play'd: With which of old he charm'd the Savage Train: And call'd the Mountain Ashes to the Plain. Sing thou on this, thy Phœbus; and the Wood Where once his Fane of Parian Marble stood. On this his ancient Oracles rehearse; And with new Numbers grace the God of Verse. Why shou'd I sing the double Scylla's Fate, The first by Love transform'd, the last by Hate. A beauteous Maid above, but Magick Arts, With barking Dogs deform'd her neather parts. What Vengeance on the passing Fleet she pour'd, The Master frighted, and the Mates devour'd. Then ravish'd Philomel the Song exprest; The Crime reveal'd; the Sisters cruel Feast;