Dexter ames; feu te rofeum Titana vocari Gentis Achaemeniae ritu, feu praeftat Ofirin Frugiferum, feu Perfei fub rupibus antri Indignata fequi torquentem cornua Mithram.

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Whether the Style of Titan please thee more,
Whose purple rays th' Achæmenes adore;
Or great Ofiris, who first taught the fwain
In Pharian fields to fow the golden grain;
Or Mitra, to whose beam the Perfian bows,
And pays, in hollow rocks, his awful vows;
Mitra, whose head the blaze of light adorns,
Who grafps the struggling heifer's lunar horns.

THE

FABLE

O F

DRYOP E.

From the NINTH Book of

OVID'S METAMORPHOSE S.

VOL. II.

DRYOPE

IN

ARBORE M.

DIXIT

IXIT: et, admonitu veteris commota miniftrae,

Ingemuit; quam fic nurus eft adfata dolentem: Te tamen, o genitrix, alienae fanguine veftro Rapta movet facies. quid fi tibi mira fororis

Fata meae referam? quanquam lacrymaeque dolor

que

Impediunt, prohibentque loqui. fuit unica matri
(Me pater ex alia genuit) notiffima formâ
Oechalidum Dryope: quam virginitate carentem,
Vimque Dei paffam, Delphos Delonque tenentis,

NOTES.

DRYOPE.] Upon the Occafion of the Death of Hercules, his Mother Alcmena recounts her misfortunes to Iole, who answers