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Dismiss your Fears; on these Misfortunes past
Your Minds with Pleasure may reflect at last.
Thro’ such varieties of Woes, we tend
To promis’d Latium, where our Toils shall end: 275
Where the kind Fates shall peaceful Seats ordain,
And Troy, in all her Glories, rise again.
With manly Patience bear your present State,
And with firm Courage wait a better Fate.

So spoke the Chief, and hid his inward Smart; 280
Hope smooth’d his Looks, but Anguish rack’d his Heart.
The hungry Crowd prepare, without Delay,
The Feast to hasten, and divide the Prey.
Some from the Body strip the smoaking Hide,
Some cut in Morsels, and the Parts divide; 285
These bid, with busy Care, the Flames aspire,
Those roast the Limbs, yet quiv’ring o’er the Fire,
Thus, while their Strength and Spirits they restore,
The brazen Cauldrons smoak along the Shore.