Here stood her Chariot, here her Armour lay,
Here she design'd, would Destiny give way,
Ev'n then the Seat of universal Sway.25
But of a Race she heard, that should destroy
The Tyrian Tow'rs, a Race deriv'd from Troy,
Who proud in Arms, triumphant by their Swords,
Should rise in Time, the World's victorious Lords;
By Fate design'd her Carthage to subdue,30
And on her ruin'd Empire raise a New.
This fear'd the Goddess; and in Mind she bore
The late long War her Fury rais'd before
For Greece at Troy; nor was her Wrath resign'd,
But every Cause hung heavy on her Mind;35
Her injur'd Form, and Paris' Judgment, roll
Deep in her Breast, and kindle all her Soul;
Th' immortal Honours of the ravish'd Boy,
And last, the whole detested Race of Troy.
With all these Motives fir'd, from Latium far40
She drove the Relicks of the Grecian War:
Fate
