} The Tyrian queen stood fixed upon his face, Pleased with his motions, ravished with his grace; Admired his fortunes, more admired the man; Then recollected stood, and thus began:-- "What fate, O goddess-born! what angry powers Have cast you shipwrecked on our barren shores? Are you the great Æneas, known to fame, Who from celestial seed your lineage claim? The same Æneas, whom fair Venus bore To famed Anchises on the Idæan shore? It calls into my mind, though then a child, When Teucer came, from Salamis exiled, And sought my father's aid, to be restored: My father Belus then with fire and sword Invaded Cyprus, made the region bare, And, conquering, finished the successful war. From him the Trojan siege I understood, The Grecian chiefs, and your illustrious blood. Your foe himself the Dardan valour praised, And his own ancestry from Trojans raised. Enter, my noble guest! and you shall find, If not a costly welcome, yet a kind: For I myself, like you, have been distressed, Till heaven afforded me this place of rest. Like you, an alien in a land unknown, I learn to pity woes so like my own." She said, and to the palace led her guest, Then offered incense, and proclaimed a feast. Nor yet less careful for her absent friends, Twice ten fat oxen to the ships she sends; Besides a hundred boars, a hundred lambs, With bleating cries, attend their milky dams; And jars of generous wine, and spacious bowls, She gives, to cheer the sailors' drooping souls. Now purple hangings clothe the palace-walls, And sumptuous feasts are made in splendid halls: On Tyrian carpets, richly wrought, they dine; With loads of massy plate the side-boards shine, And antique vases, all of gold embossed, (The gold itself inferior to the cost Of curious work,) where on the sides were seen } The fights and figures of illustrious men, } From their first founder to the present queen. } The good Æneas, whose paternal care Iülus' absence could no longer bear, Dispatched Achates to the ships in haste, To give a glad relation of the past, And, fraught with precious gifts, to bring the boy, Snatched from the ruins of unhappy Troy-- A robe of tissue, stiff with golden wire; An upper vest, once Helen's rich attire, From Argos by the famed adultress brought, With golden flowers and winding foliage wrought-- Her mother Leda's present, when she came To ruin Troy, and set the world on flame; The sceptre Priam's eldest daughter bore, Her orient necklace, and the crown she wore Of double texture, glorious to behold; One order set with gems, and one with gold. Instructed thus, the wise Achates goes, And, in his diligence, his duty shows. But Venus, anxious for her son's affairs, New counsels tries, and new designs prepares: That Cupid should assume the shape and face