Dido Aeneas' answer should receive,And Phillis Demophoon's, if alive;Jason should to Hypsipyle returnA sad reply, and Sappho cease to mourn:Nor him whom she can ne'er possess, desire,But give to Phoebus fane her votive lyre.As much as you in lofty epics deal,You, Macer, show that you love's passion feel,And sensible of beauty's powerful charm,You hear their call amid the noise of arms.A place for Paris in your verse we find,And Helen's to the young adult'rer kind;There lovely Laodamia mourns her lord,The first that fell by Hector's fatal sword.If well I know you, and your mind can tell,The theme's as grateful, and you like as wellTo tune your lyre for Cupid as for Mars,And Thracian combats change for Paphian wars;If well I know you, and your works designYour will, you often quit your camp for mine.