Two sought by force to seize his beauteous bride."To whom the Sibyl thus: "Compose thy mind;Nor frauds are here contriv'd, nor force design'd.
Still may the dog the wand'ring troops constrain Of airy ghosts, and vex the guilty train, And with her grisly lord his lovely queen remain.
The Trojan chief, whose lineage is from Jove, Much fam'd for arms, and more for filial love, Is sent to seek his sire in your Elysian grove.
If neither piety, nor Heav'n's command, Can gain his passage to the Stygian strand, This fatal present shall prevail at least."Then shew'd the shining bough, conceal'd within her vest.
No more was needful: for the gloomy god Stood mute with awe, to see the golden rod;Admir'd the destin'd off'ring to his queen-A venerable gift, so rarely seen.
His fury thus appeas'd, he puts to land;
The ghosts forsake their seats at his command:
He clears the deck, receives the mighty freight;The leaky vessel groans beneath the weight.
Slowly she sails, and scarcely stems the tides;The pressing water pours within her sides.
His passengers at length are wafted o'er, Expos'd, in muddy weeds, upon the miry shore.
No sooner landed, in his den they found The triple porter of the Stygian sound, Grim Cerberus, who soon began to rear His crested snakes, and arm'd his bristling hair.
The prudent Sibyl had before prepar'd A sop, in honey steep'd, to charm the guard;Which, mix'd with pow'rful drugs, she cast before His greedy grinning jaws, just op'd to roar.
With three enormous mouths he gapes; and straight, With hunger press'd, devours the pleasing bait.
Long draughts of sleep his monstrous limbs enslave;He reels, and, falling, fills the spacious cave.
The keeper charm'd, the chief without delay Pass'd on, and took th' irremeable way.
Before the gates, the cries of babes new born, Whom fate had from their tender mothers torn, Assault his ears: then those, whom form of laws Condemn'd to die, when traitors judg'd their cause.
Nor want they lots, nor judges to review The wrongful sentence, and award a new.