When Jove lay bless`d in his Alcmæna`s charms, Three nights in one he press`d her in his arms; The sun lay set, and conscious nature strove To shade her god, and to prolong his love. From that auspicious night Alcides came; What less could rise from Jove and such a dame? May this auspicious night with that compare, Nor less the joys, nor less the rising heir, He strong as Jove, she like Alcmæna fair.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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