And yet may good prevail!
Epode
“[*]For she, the fair One, though so kind of heart
[*]To fresh-dropt dew from mighty lion's womb,[[279]]
And young that suck the teats
Of all that roam the fields,
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[*]Yet prays Him bring to pass
The portents of those birds,
The omens good yet also full of dread.