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There let the wanton flocks unguarded stray;
Or, while the lonely fhepherd fings,

Amidst the mighty ruins play,

And frisk upon the tombs of Kings.

May tigers there, and all the favage kind,
Sad folitary haunts, and filent deferts find;

In gloomy vaults, and nooks of palaces,
May th' unmolested lioness

Her brinded whelps fecurely lay,

Or, coucht, in dreadful slumbers waste the day.

While Troy in heaps of ruins lies,

Rome and the Roman capitol fhall rife;

Th' illuftrious exiles unconfin'd

Shall triumph far and near, and rule mankind.

In vain the fea's intruding tide

Europe from Afric shall divide,

And part the fever'd world in two:

Through Afric's fands their triumphs they shall

And the long train of victories pursue

To Nile's yet undiscover'd head.

Riches the hardy foldiers fhall despise, And look on gold with un-defiring eyes,

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Nor

Nor the disbowell'd earth explore

In fearch of the forbidden ore;

Those glitt'ring ills conceal'd within the mine,
Shall lie untouch'd, and innocently shine.

To the last bounds that nature sets,

The piercing colds and fultry heats,

The godlike race shall spread their arms,
Now fill the polar circle with alarms,

'Till ftorms and tempefts their pursuits confine; Now fweat for conquest underneath the line.

This only law the victor shall restrain,

On these conditions fhall he reign

If none his guilty hand employ

To build again a fecond Troy,

If none the rash design pursue,

Nor tempt the vengeance of the gods anew.

A curse there cleaves to the devoted place, That fhall the new foundations rafe:

Greece fhall in mutual leagues confpire

To ftorm the rifing town with fire,

And at their armies head myself will show

What Juno, urg'd to all her rage, can do.

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Thrice fhould Apollo's felf the city raise And line it round with walls of brafs,

Thrice fhould my fav'rite Greeks his works con

found,

And hew the shining fabric to the ground: Thrice should her captive dames to Greece return, And their dead fons and flaughter'd husbands

mourn.

But hold, my Mufe, forbear thy tow'ring flight, Nor bring the fecrets of the gods to light:

In vain would thy prefumptuous verse
Th' immortal rhetoric rehearse;

The mighty ftrains, in lyric numbers bound,
Forget their majefty, and lofe their found.

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OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

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