FRAGMENT. 243 



Quo tibi, Diva, mei ? fnnilis fi cura fuiflet, 

 Tum quoque fas nobis Teucros armare fuiflet. 

 Nec pater omnipotens Trqjam, nec fata vetabant 

 Stare, decemque alios Priamum fuperefie per annos. 

 Et nunc, fi bellare paras, atque hgec tibi mens eft : 

 Quicquid in arte meâ pofluin promittere cur2e, 

 Quod fieri ferro, liquidove potefi: ele6lro. 

 Quantum ignés animaeque valent : abfifte, precando, 

 Viribus indubitare tuis. Ea verba locutus, 

 Optatos dédit amplexus . placidumque petivit 

 Conjugis infufus gremio, per membra foporem. 



^NEiD. B. viii. L. 369—406. 



" Night haftens on, and encircles the Earth with 

 dufky wings. But Fenm, whofe maternal breaft 



Long fince, at your requeft, my ready care, 



in Troy's fam'd fields, had arjn'd your fons for war. 



Nor did the high decrees of Jove and Fate 



Doom to fo fwift a fall the Dardan State. 



But, ten years more, old Priam might enjoy 



Th' Hïiperial fceptre and the throne of Troy. 



Yet, if bur Queen is bent the war to wage. 



Her facred caufe fliall all our art engage. 



The noblert arms our potent fkill can frame, 



With breathing bellows, or the forming fiame, 



Or polifti'd fteel, refulgent to behold, 



Or mingled metals, damafk'd o'er with gold. 



Shall grace the Chief: thy anxious fears give o'er, 



And doubt thy intereft in my love no more. 



He fpoke ; and fir'd with tranfport by her charms, 



Clafp'd the fair Goddefs in his eager arms ; 



Then, pleas'd, and panting on her bofom, lay, 



Sunk in repofe, and all dilFolv'd away. 



Pitt. 



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