With which she left her haven—not for this,
Should the sun strike her, and the impartial breeze
Play on her streamers, fails she[797] to assume
Brightness and touching beauty of her own,
That charm all eyes. So bright, so fair, appeared[798]
This goodly Matron, shining in the beams
Of unexpected pleasure.—Soon the board
Was spread, and we partook a plain repast.
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Here, resting in cool shelter, we beguiled[799]