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"Or, if none elfe, let Jove his fortune try,
"And learn to lay his murdering thunder by;
"Then will he own, perhaps, but own too late,
"My fon deferv'd not so severe a fate."

The gods ftand round him, as he mourns, and pray
He would resume the conduct of the day,
Nor let the world be loft in endless night:
Jove too himself, defcending from his height,
Excufes what had happen'd, and intreats,
Majestically mixing prayers and threats.
Prevail'd upon at length, again he took

The harnafs'd fteeds, that ftill with horror fhook,
And plies them with the lash, and whips them on,
And, as he whips, upbraids them with his fon.


THE day was fettled in its courfe; and Jove
Walk'd the wide circuit of the heavens above,
To fearch if any cracks or flaws were made;
But all was fafe: the earth he then furvey'd,
And caft an eye on every different coast,
And every land; but on Arcadia most.

Her fields he cloath'd, and chear'd her blafted face
With running fountains, and with fpringing grafs.
No tracts of heaven's deftru&tive fire remain;
The fields and woods revive, and nature fmiles again
But, as the god walk'd to and fro the earth,
And rais'd the plants, and gave the fpring its birth,
By chance a fair Arcadian nymph he view'd,
And felt the lovely charmer in his blood.


The nymph nor spun, nor drefs'd with artful pride;
Her veft was gather'd up, her hair was ty'd;
Now in her hand a flender spear fhe bore,
Now a light quiver on her fhoulders wore ;
To chafte Diana from her youth inclin'd,
The sprightly warriors of the wood she join'd.
Diana too the gentle huntress lov'd,

Nor was there one of all the nymphs that rov'd
O'er Mænalus, amid the maiden throng,
More favour'd once; but favour lafts not long.
The fun now fhone in all its strength, and drove
The heated virgin panting to a grove;
The grove around a grateful shadow cast :
She dropt her arrows, and her bow unbrac'd;
She flung herfelf on the cool graffy bed;
And on the painted quiver rais'd her head,
Jove faw the charming huntrefs unprepar'd,
Stretch'd on the verdant turf, without a guard.
"Here I am fafe, he cries, from Juno's eye;
"Or fhould my jealous queen the theft defcry,
"Yet would I venture on a theft like this,

“And stand her rage for fuch, for fuch a blifs !"
Diana's fhape and habit straight he took,

Soften'd his brows, and fmooth'd his awful look,
And mildly in a female accent spoke..

"How fares iny girl? How went the morning chace ???
To whom the virgin, ftarting from the grafs,
"All hail, bright deity, whom I prefer

"To Jove himself, though Jove himself were here.” The god was nearer than she thought, and heard Well-pleas'd himself before himself preferr'd.


He then falutes her with a warm embrace;
And, ere fhe half had told the morning chace,
With love inflam'd, and eager on his blifs,
Smother'd her words, and ftop'd her with a kifs,
His kiffes with unwonted ardour glow'd,
Nor could Diana's fhape conceal the God.
The virgin did whate'er a virgin cou'd

(Sure Juno must have pardon'd, had she view'd);
With all her might against his force the ftrove:
But how can mortal maids contend with Jove!
Pofleft at length of what his heart defir'd,
Back to his heavens th' infulting god retir'd.
The lovely huntress, rifing from the grafs,
With down-caft eyes, and with a blushing face,
By fhame confounded, and by fear difmay'd,
Flew from the covert of the guilty fhade,
And almoft, in the tumult of her mind,
Left her forgotten bow and fhafts behind.
But now Diana, with a fprightly train
Of quiver'd virgins, bounding o'er the plain,
Call'd to the nymph? The nymph began to fear
A fecond fraud, a Jove difguis d in her;
But, when the faw the fifter nymphs, fupprefs'd
Her rifing fears, and mingled with the reft.

How in the look does confcious guilt appear!
Slowly the mov'd, and loiter'd in the rear;
Nor lightly tripp'd, nor by the goddess ran,
As once the us'd, the foremost of the train.
Her looks were flush'd, and fullen was her mien,
That fure the virgin goddess (had she been
Aught but a virgin) must the guilt have seen.

*Tis said the nymphs faw all, and guess'd aright:
And now the moon had nine times lost her light,
When Dian fainting, in the mid-day beams,
Found a cool covert, and refreshing streams,
That in foft murmurs through the foreft flow'd,
And a smooth bed of shining gravel show'd.

A covert fo obfcure, and streams fo clear,
The goddess prais'd: "And now no fpies are near,
"Let's strip, my gentle maids, and wash," fhe cries.
Pleas'd with the motion, every maid complies;
Only the blushing huntress stood confus'd,
And form'd delays, and her delays excus'd :'
In vain excus'd; her fellows round her press'd,
And the reluctant nymph by force undrefs'd.
The naked huntrefs all her fhame reveal'd,
In vain her hands the pregnant womb conceal'd;

Begone! the goddefs cries with ftern difdain, "Begone! nor dare the hallow'd ftream to ftain; She fled, for-ever banith'd from the train.

This Juno heard, who long had watch'd her time

To punish the detefted rival's crime;

The time was come: for, to enrage her more,
A lovely-boy the teeming rival bore.

The goddess caft a furious look, and cry'd,

"It is enough! I'm fully fatisfy'd!

"This boy fhall stand a living mark, to prove
"My husband's baseness, and the ftrumpet's love:
"But vengeance shall awake those guilty charms,
<<That drew the thunderer from Juno's arms,

No longer fhall their wonted force retain,
Nor please the god, nor make the mortal vain.”


This faid, her hand within her hair fhe wound,
Swung her to earth, and dragg'd her on the ground
The proftrate wretch lifts up her arms in prayer;
Her arms grow shaggy, and deform'd with hair,
Her nails are sharpen'd into pointed claws,

Her hands bear half her weight, and turn to paws;
Her lips, that once could tempt a god, begin
To grow distorted in an ugly grin.

And, lest the supplicating brute might reach
The ears of Jove, fhe was depriv'd of speech:
Her furly voice through a hoarse passage came
In favage founds: her mind was ftill the fame..
The furry monster fix'd her eyes above,

And heav'd her new unweildy paws to Jove,
And begg'd his aid with inward groans; and though
She could not call him false, she thought him so.
How did the fear to lodge in woods alone,

And haunt the fields and meadows once her own!
How often would the deep-mouth'd dogs pursue,
Whilft from her hounds the frighted huntrefs flew !
How did fhe fear her fellow brutes, and shun
The shaggy bear, though now herself was one!
How from the fight of rugged wolves retire,
Although the grim Lycaon was her fire!

But now her fon had fifteen fummers told,
Fierce at the chace, and in the foreft bold;
When, as he beat the woods in queft of prey,
He chanc'd to roufe his mother where the lay.
She knew her fon, and kept him in her fight,
And fondly gaz'd: the boy was in a fright,


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