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The Sea came on; the South with mighty Roar,
Dispers'd and dash'd the rest upon the Rocky Shoar.
Those few you see escap'd the Storm, and fear,
Unless you interpose, a Shipwreck here;
What Men, what Monsters, what inhuman Race, 760
What Laws, what barb'rous Customs of the Place,
Shut up a desart Shoar to drowning Men,
And drive us to the cruel Seas agen!
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ If our hard Fortune no Compassion draws,
Nor hospitable Rights, nor human Laws, 765
The Gods are just, and will revenge our Cause.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Æneas was our Prince, a juster Lord,
Or nobler Warrior, never drew a Sword:
Observant of the Right, religious of his Word.
If yet he lives, and draws this vital Air: 770
Nor we his Friends of Safety shall despair;
Nor you, great Queen, these Offices repent,
Which he will equal, and perhaps augment.
We want not Citics, nor Cicilian Coasts,
Where King Acestes Trojan Lineage boasts. 775
Permit our Ships a Shelter on your Shoars,
Refitted from your Woods with Planks and Oars;
That if our Prince be safe, we may renew
Our destin'd Course, and Italy pursue.
But if, O best of Men! the Fates ordain 780
That thou art swallow'd in the Lybian Main:
And if our young Inlus be no more,
Dismiss our Navy from your friendly Shoar