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EPIGRAM III. ON THE SON OF CLEËNOR.

Thee, Cleënorides, the bold, the brave,
Stern Neptune sunk beneath the whelming Wave:
Thy Country's Love so nobly fill'd thy Mind,
Thou dar'dst to trust, too credulous, the Wind:
The fair, though faithless, Season urg'd thy Doom,
And wrapp'd thy Beauties in a watery Tomb.