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And now as if the arms of adverse fate
Had all conspir'd our ills to aggravate
Above the strength of patience, we are by
Victorious foes, before our fear could flie
To a remoter refuge, clos'd within
Unhappy Enna, which before they win

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(Though storm'd with fierce assaults) the restless sun
His annual progress through the heavens had run;
But then, tir'd with disasters which attend
A slow-pac'd siege, unable to defend
Their numbers from resistless famine, they
With an unwilling loyaltie obey
The next harsh summons, and so prostrate lie
To th' rage, or mercy of their enemie.