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Jove smiled, then bade the Earth unclose,
And Lo! before them Honour rose!
—"Look," cried the Sire;" Your suit is granted!"—
Half-pleased, half-frightened, Love surveyed
His new-born foe—"Thanks, Jove!" He said;
"Here's just the Monster that I wanted!"—