So may thy youthful fon old age attain,
And thy dead father's bones in peace
As thou haft pity on unhappy me,
Who knew no crime, but too much love of
I am not born from fierce Achilles' line,
Nor did my parents against Troy combine.
To be thy wife if I unworthy prove,
By fome inferior name admit my love.
To be fecur'd of ftill poffeffing thee,
What would I do, and what would I not be !
Our Libyan coafts their certain seasons know,
When free from tempefts paffengers may go:
But now with northern blafts the billows roar,
And drive the floating fea-weed to the shore.
Leave to my care the time to fail away;
When fafe, I will not fuffer thee to stay.
Thy weary men would be with ease content;
Their fails are tatter'd, and their masts are spent.
If by no merit I thy mind can move,
What thou deny'ft my merit, give my
Stay, 'till I learn my lofs to undergo;
And give me time to ftruggle with my woe.
If not, know this, I will not fuffer long;
My life's too loathfome, and my love too strong.