Thou saw'st the courser by proud Turnus pressed,
That, Nisus! and his arms, and nodding crest,
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{ And shield, from chance exempt, shall be thy share;
{ Twelve labouring slaves, twelve handmaids young and fair,
{ All clad in rich attire, and trained with care;
And, last, a Latian field with fruitful plains,
And a large portion of the king's domains.
But thou, whose years are more to mine allied,
No fate my vowed affection shall divide