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Was left that durst protect his injur'd throne,
VVhen loyal valor having lost the day
Bleeding within the bed of honor lay:
Thy wounded father, when his acts had shewn
As high a spirit as did ever groan
Beneath misfortune, is inforc'd to leave
The fields wild fury, and some rest receive
In faithful Enna, where his springs of blood
VVere hardly stopt, before a harsher flood
Assails his eyes: Thy royal mother, then
More blooming then earths ful-blown beauties when
VVarm'd in the Ides of May, her fruitful womb
Pregnant with thee, to an untimely tomb,
Her fainting spirits in that horrid fright
Losing the paths of life, from time, from light,
And grief steals down; yet ere she had discharg'd
Her debts to death, protecting heaven enlarg'd
Thy narrow lodging, and that life which she
Lost in thy fatal birth, bestow'd on thee;
On thee, in whom those joys thy father priz'd
More then lov'd empire, are epitomiz'd.
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