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$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$His Eyes so sparkled with a lively Flame; 634
Such were his Motions, such was all his Frame;
And ah! had Heav'n so pleas'd, his Years had been the same.
With Tears I took my last adieu, and said,
Your Fortune, happy Pair, already made,
Leaves you no farther Wish: My diff'rent state,
Avoiding one, incurs another Fate. 640
To you a quiet Seat the Gods allow,
You have no Shores to search, no Seas to plow,
Nor Fields of flying Italy to chase:
(Deluding Visions, and a vain Embrace!)
You see another Simois, and enjoy 645
The labour of your Hands, another Troy;
With better Auspice than her ancient Tow'rs:
And less obnoxious to the Grecian Pow'rs.
If e'er the Gods, whom I with Vows adore,
Conduct my Steps to Tiber's happy Shore: 650
If ever I ascend the Latian Throne,
And build a City I may call my own,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$As both of us our Birth from Troy derive,
So let our Kindred Lines in Concord live:
And both in Acts of equal Friendship strive. 655
Our Fortunes, good or bad, shall be the same,
The double Troy shall differ but in Name:
That what we now begin, may never end;
But long, to late Posterity descend.