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EGE fub hoc Pomona fuit: qua nulla La-
Inter Hamadryadas coluit folertius hortos,
Nec jaculo gravis eft, fed adunca dextera falce : 10
HE fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign; Of all the Virgins of the fylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv❜d the vegetable carę.
To her the fhady grove, the flow'ry field,
Nec patitur fentire fitim : bibulaeque recurvas 15
Vim tamen agreftûm metuens, pomaria claudit
Now fliding streams the thirsty plants renew, 15 And feed their fibres with reviving dew.
These cares alone her virgin breast employ, Averse from Venus and the nuptial joy. Her private orchards, wall'd on ev'ry fide, To lawless fylvans all access deny'd. How oft the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns, Who haunt the forefts, or frequent the lawns, The God whose ensign scares the birds of prey, And old Silenus, youthful in decay, Employ'd their wiles, and unavailing care, To pass the fences, and furprize the fair? Like these, Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame, Like these, rejected by the fcornful dame. To gain her fight a thousand forms he wears; And first a reaper from the field appears, 30 Sweating he walks, while loads of golden grain O'ercharge the shoulders of the seeming swain. Oft o'er his back a crooked scythe is laid, And wreaths of hay his fun-burnt temples shade: Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears, 35 Like one who late unyok'd the sweating steers. Sometimes his pruning-hook corrects the vines, And the loose stragglers to their ranks confines, VOL. II. R