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Phoebus, with full revenge, from Tmolus flies,

Darts through the air, and cleaves the liquid skies;

Near Hellespont he lights, and treads the plains

Where great Laomedon sole monarch reigns;

Where, built between the two projecting strands,

To Panomphaean Jove an altar stands;

Here first aspiring thoughts the king employ

To found the lofty towers of future Troy.

The work, from schemes magnificent begun,

At vast expense, was slowly carried on;

Which Phoebus seeing, with the trident god,

Who rules the swelling surges with his nod,

Assuming each a mortal shape, combine,

At a set price, to finish his design.

The work was built, the king their price denies,

And his injustice backs with perjuries:

This Neptune could not brook, but drove the main,

A mighty deluge, o’er the Phrygian plain;

’Twas all a sea, the waters of the deep

From every vale the copious harvest sweep;

The briny billows overflow the soil,

Ravage the fields, and mock the ploughman’s toil.

Nor this appeased the god’s revengeful mind,

For still a greater plague remains behind;

A huge sea monster lodges on the sands,

And the king’s daughter for his prey demands.

To him, that saved the, damsel, was decreed

A set of horses of the sun’s fine breed;

But, when Alcides from the rock untied

The trembling fair, the ransom was denied.

He, in revenge, the new-built walls attack’d,

And the twice-perjured city bravely sack’d.

Telamon aided; and, in justice, shared

Part of the plunder as his due reward:

The princess, rescued late, with all her charms,

Hesione, was yielded to his arms:

For Peleus, with a goddess bride, was more

Proud of his spouse than of his birth before;

Grandsons to Jove there might be more than one,

But he the goddess had beloved alone.