When fabled tales, invented to ſurpriſe,

In miracles mighty, have power to charm, ⁠50
Where fictions, happily combin'd,
Deceive and captivate the mind:

Thus Poëſy, harmonious ſpell,
The ſource of pleaſures ever new,
With dignity does wonders tell; ⁠55
And we, amaz'd, believe each wonder true.
Day, after day, brings truth to light,
Unveil'd, and manifeſt to ſight:
But, of the bleſs'd, thoſe lips, which name
Foul deeds aloud, ſhall ſuffer blame. ⁠60
Thee, ſon of Tantalus, my faithful ſong
Shall vindicate from every wrong,
The glories of thy houſe reſtore,
And baffle falſhoods told before:
Now, in his turn, thy fire prepar'd ⁠65
A banquet; when the gods appear'd
At Sipylus, his ſweet abode,
To grace the due proportion'd feaſt:
There, firſt, the trident-bearing gueſt
Beheld thy lovely form; and now, he glow'd; ⁠70