But who art thou? that Voyce, and beauteous Face, Not Mortal is; thou art of Heavenly Race. - John Ogilby

Ah, by what Fates
Hath he been toss'd? what Battles he relates!
Were I not fix'd, did not my changeless Vow
All thoughts of second Marriage dis-allow,
Since my first Love by Death deceiv'd me...
I had perhaps with this one Crime comply'd.

One good Art's better than a thousand bad.

Dear Father, get upon my shoulders streight,
Nor shall your Burthen be to me a Weight.
What ever chance, one common Danger we
Shall equal share, to both one safety be:
I shall Ascanius my Companion chuse;
My Wife must follow, but some distance use.