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To him a certain conquest is design'd;For e'en the horses seem to know your mind.He takes too large a compass to come in,And lets his adversary get between;Recall him, Romans, for a second heat,And clear the course—Now see your ground you better do maintain,This lady's favour, and your fame regain;The prize is his.-As yours successful prove,So let my wishes, which are all for love;I'm yet to conquer, and your heart's the prize;Something she promis'd with her sparkling eyes,And smil'd ;-" Enough," did I transported cry,"The rest I leave to opportunity."