ABSTRACT
S A B I N A . My heart I gave to Hprace, and ’tis true, Since he’s a Roman, I muft be fo too : Butyet that Knot a Fetter would be thoui'ht, If my dear Country (hould be quite forgot. Alba where I began to fee the light, Alba my native place, and firft delight, When I behold a War ’twixt us and thee, As much as lofs, I dread a Vi&ory : Rowe if by this thy anger I create, Find out j Foe whom I may juftly hate ; When at thy Walls two Armies in thy fight, Shew me my Brothers with my Husband fight, What Prayers can I make ? how can I be Without impiety concern’d for thee ? I know thy growing Empire, yet fo young, By War alone muft make herfinewsftrong ; Thy future grandeur is by Fate dcfign’d, Not to the Latines to be long confin’d : The gods the fuppliant World for thee intend, And ’tis by Arms thou muft attain that end : Far from repining at that noble heat Which ferves thy Stars,and helps to make thee great; I wifli thy Troopsmay ftill new Triumphs claim, And over-run Yyrenian Hills to Fame. Co, Eaftern Conquefts for thy Sword defign, And fettle thy Pavillions in the Rhitic ; Let all Lands tremble where thy Enfigns go, But her to whom thou Romulus doft owe ; Subdue the utmoft Regions of the Earth, But fparethe Town where Romnltfs had birth; Forget not her from whom thy City draws, Her Name and all her ftrcngth,but Walls and Laws : Alba’s thy Parent, let that thought arreft Thy greedy Sword, not pierce thy Mother’s breaft, For thy triumphant Arms make other choice, And in her Children's Eortnne ftice’flrejorce, Nay, would with natural concern difown
