Whether fair Canace's incestuous careI sooth, or flatter Dido's fierce despair;Whether I fan Medea's raging fire,Or for sweet Sappho touch the Lesbian lyre;Whether I Phaedra's lawless love relate,Or Theseus' flight and Ariadne's fate:Oh, that Sabinus, my departed friend,Could from all quarters now his answers send!Ulysses' hand should to his queen be known,And wretched Phaedra hear from Theseus' son;