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You know not you are Jove's own dame:Away with sobbing; be resign'dTo greatness: you shall give your nameTo half mankind.”

Neptune's feast-day! what should manThink first of doing? Lyde mine, be bold,Broach the treasured Caecuban,And batter Wisdom in her own stronghold.Now the noon has pass'd the full,Yet sure you deem swift Time has made a halt,Tardy as you are to pullOld Bibulus' wine-jar from its sleepy vault.I will take my turn and singNeptune and Nereus' train with locks of green;You shall warble to the stringLatona and her Cynthia's arrowy sheen.Hers our latest song, who swaysCnidos and Cyclads, and to Paphos goesWith her swans, on holydays;Night too shall claim the homage music owes.