(On his Ascanius turn his Fear and Joy,
The Father’s Cares are center’d in the Boy)
To bring rich Presents to the Queen of Tyre,870
And Relicks, rescu’d from the Trojan Fire.
A Mantle, wrought with saffron Foliage round;
And a stiff Robe, with golden Figures crown’d,
Fair Helen’s Dress, when fir’d with lawless Joy,
She left her native Walls to ruin Troy,875
(Her Mother’s Present in the bridal Hour;)
With Gold a shining Sceptre studded o’er,
That wont Ilione’s fair Hand to grace,
The eldest Nymph of Priam’s beauteous Race;
Her Necklace, strung with Pearls; her Crown, that glows880
Instar’d with Gems and Gold, in double Rows.
To bring the splendid Gifts, without Delay,
Swift to the Fleet Achates bends his Way.
But beauteous Venus in her Breast design’d
New Wiles, and plan’d new Counsels in her Mind,885
That
