METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 1 by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO

OF Bodies chang'd to various Forms I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom these Miracles did spring,
Inspire my Numbers with Coelestial heat;
Till I my long laborious Work compleat;
And add perpetual Tenour to my Rhimes,
Deduc'd from Nature's Birth, to @3Coesar's@1 Times.
Before the Seas, and this Terrestrial Ball,
And Heav'ns high Canopy, that covers all,
One was the Face of Nature, if a Face;
Rather a rude and indigested Mass:
A lifeless Lump, unfashion'd, and unfram'd;
Of jarring Seeds; and justly Chaos nam'd.
No Sun was lighted up the World to view;
No Moon did yet her blunted Horns renew:
Nor yet was Earth suspended in the Skye;
Nor, pois'd, did on her own Foundations lye:
Nor Seas about the Shoars their Arms had thrown;
But Earth and Air and Water were in one.
Thus Air was void of Light, and Earth unstable,
And Waters dark Abyss unnavigable.
No certain Form on any was imprest;
All were confus'd, and each disturb'd the rest.
For hot and cold were in one Body fixt,
And soft with hard, and light with heavy mixt.
But God, or Nature, while they thus contend,
To these intestine Discords put an end.
Then Earth from Air, and Seas from Earth were driv'n,
And grosser Air sunk from AEthereal Heav'n.
Thus disembroil'd, they take their proper place;
The next of Kin contiguously embrace;
And Foes are sunder'd by a larger space.
The force of Fire ascended first on high,
And took its dwelling in the vaulted Skie:
Then Air succeeds, in lightness next to Fire:
Whose Atoms from unactive Earth retire.
Earth sinks beneath, and draws a numerous throng
Of pondrous, thick, unweildy Seeds along.
About her Coasts, unruly Waters roar,
And, rising on a Ridge, insult the Shoar.
Thus when the God, what ever God was he,
Had form'd the whole, and made the parts agree,
That no unequal portions might be found,
He moulded Earth into a spacious round:
Then with a Breath, he gave the Winds to blow;
And bad the congregated Waters flow.
He adds the running Springs, and standing Lakes;
And bounding Banks for winding Rivers makes.
Some part, in Earth are swallow'd up, the most
In ample Oceans, disimbogu'd, are lost.
He shades the Woods, the Vallies he restrains
With Rocky Mountains, and extends the Plains.
And as five Zones th' AEthereal Regions bind,
Five Correspondent, are to Earth assign'd:
The Sun, with Rays directly darting down,
Fires all beneath, and fries the middle Zone:
The two beneath the distant Poles complain
Of endless Winter, and perpetual Rain.
Betwixt th' extreams, two happier Climates hold
The Temper that partakes of Hot and Cold.
The Feilds of liquid Air, inclosing all,
Surround the Compass of this Earthly Ball:
The lighter parts lie next the Fires above;
The grosser near the watry Surface move:
Thick Clouds are spread, and Storms engender there,
And Thunders Voice, which wretched Mortals fear,
And Winds that on their Wings cold Winter bear.
Nor were those blustring Brethren left at large,
On Seas and Shoars their fury to discharge:
Bound as they are, and circumscrib'd in place,
They rend the World, resistless, where they pass;
And mighty Marks of Mischief leave behind;
Such is the Rage of their tempestuous kind.
First @3Eurus@1 to the rising Morn is sent,
(The Regions of the balmy Continent;)
And @3Eastern@1 Realms, where early @3Persians@1 run,
To greet the blest appearance of the Sun.
@3Westward@1, the wanton @3Zephyr@1 wings his Flight;
Pleas'd with the Remnants of departing light:
Fierce @3Boreas@1 with his Off-spring issues forth,
T' invade the frozen Waggon of the North.
While frowning @3Auster@1 seeks the Southern Sphere,
And rots with endless Rain, th' unwholesom year.
High o're the Clouds, and empty Realms of wind,
The God a clearer space for Heav'n design'd;
Where Fields of Light, and Liquid AEther flow,
Purg'd from the pondrous dregs of Earth below.
Scarce had the Pow'r distinguish'd these, when streight
The Stars, no longer overlaid with weight,
Exert their Heads from underneath the Mass,
And upward shoot, and kindle as they pass
And with diffusive Light, adorn their Heav'nly place.
Then, every void of Nature to supply,
With Forms of Gods he fills the vacant Skie:
New Herds of Beasts he sends the Plains to share;
New Colonies of Birds, to people Air;
And to their Oozy Beds the finny Fish repair.
A Creature of a more Exalted Kind
Was wanting yet, and then was Man design'd:
Conscious of Thought, of more capacious Breast,
For Empire form'd, and fit to rule the rest:
Whether with particles of Heav'nly Fire 101
The God of Nature did his Soul Inspire;
Or Earth, but new divided from the Skie,
And, pliant, still, retain'd th' AEthereal Energy:
Which Wise @3rometheus@1 temper'd into paste,
And mixt with living Streams, the Godlike Image cast.
Thus, while the mute Creation downward bend
Their Sight, and to their Earthy Mother tend,
Man looks aloft; and with erected Eyes
Beholds his own Hereditary Skies.
From such rude Principles our Form began,
And Earth was Metamorphos'd into Man.

The Golden Age.

The Golden Age was first; when Man yet New,
No Rule but uncorrupted Reason knew;
And, with a Native bent, did Good pursue.
Un-forc'd by Punishment, un-aw'd by fear,
His words were simple, and his Soul sincere:
Needless was written Law, where none opprest;
The Law of Man was written in his Breast:
No suppliant Crowds before the Judge appear'd:
No Court Erected yet, nor Cause was hear'd;
But all was safe, for Conscience was their Guard.
The Mountain Trees in distant prospect please,
E're yet the Pine descended to the Seas;
E're Sails were spread, new Oceans to explore;
And happy Mortals, unconcern'd for more,
Confin'd their Wishes to their Native Shoar.
No Walls were yet; nor Fence, nor Moat nor Mownd;
Nor Drum was heard, nor Trumpets angry Sound:
Nor Swords were forg'd; but, void of Care and Crime,
The soft Creation slept away their time.
The teeming Earth, yet guiltless of the Plough,
And unprovok'd, did fruitful Stores allow:
Content with Food, which Nature freely bred,
On Wildings, and on Strawberries they fed;
Cornels and Bramble-berries gave the rest,
And falling Acorns furnisht out a Feast.
The Flow'rs un-sown, in Fields and Meadows reign'd,
And @3Western@1 Winds immortal Spring maintain'd.
In following Years, the bearded Corn ensu'd
From Earth unask'd, nor was that Earth renew'd.
From Veins of Vallies, Milk and Nectar broke;
And Honey sweating through the pores of Oak.

The Silver Age.

But when Good @3Saturne@1, banish'd from above,
Was driv'n to Hell, the World was under @3Jove@1.
Succeeding times a Silver Age behold,
Excelling Brass, but more excell'd by Gold.
Then Summer, Autumn, Winter did appear;
And Spring was but a Season of the Year.
The Sun his Annual course obliquely made,
Good days contracted, and enlarg'd the bad.
Then Air with sultry Heats began to glow,
The Wings of Winds were clogg'd with Ice and Snow;
And shivering Mortals, into Houses driven,
Sought shelter from th' inclemency of Heav'n.
Those Houses, then, were Caves, or homely Sheds,
With twining Oziers fenc'd; and Moss their Beds.
Then Ploughs, for Seed, the fruitful Furrows broke,
And Oxen labour'd first beneath the Yoke.

The Brazen Age.

To this next came in course the Brazen Age:
A Warlike Offspring prompt to Bloody Rage,
Not Impious yet ------

The Iron Age.

------ Hard Steel succeeded then;
And stubborn as the Mettal, were the Men.
Truth, Modesty, and Shame, the World forsook:
Fraud, Avarice, and Force, their places took.
Then Sails were spread, to every Wind that blew;
Raw were the Sailors, and the Depths were new:
Trees rudely hollow'd, did the Waves sustain;
E're Ships in Triumph plough'd the watry Plain.
Then Land-marks limited to each his right:
For all before was common, as the light.
Nor was the Ground alone requir'd to bear
Her annual Income to the crooked share;
But greedy Mortals, rummaging her Store,
Digg'd from her Entrails first the precious Oar;
Which next to Hell the prudent Gods had laid;
And that alluring ill to sight displaid.
Thus cursed Steel, and more accursed Gold,
Gave Mischief Birth, and made that Mischief bold:
And double death did wretched Man invade,
By Steel assaulted, and by Gold betray'd.
Now, (brandish'd Weapons glitt'ring in their Hands)
Mankind is broken loose from moral Bands;
No Rights of Hospitality remain:
The Guest by him who harbour'd him, is slain:
The Son in Law pursues the Father's life;
The Wife her Husband murders, he the Wife.
The Step-dame Poyson for the Son prepares;
The Son inquires into his Father's years.
Faith flies, and Piety in Exile mourns;
And Justice, here opprest, to Heav'n returns.

@3The Gyants War.@1

Nor were the Gods themselves more safe above;
Against beleagur'd Heav'n, the Gyants move.
Hills piled on Hills, on Mountains, Mountains lie,
To make their mad approaches to the Skie.
Till @3Jove@1, no longer patient, took his time
T' avenge with Thunder their audacious Crime:
Red Light'ning play'd along the Firmament,
And their demolish't Works to pieces rent.
Sing'd with the Flames, and with the Bolts transfixt,
With Native Earth their Blood the Monsters mixt;
The Blood, indu'd with animating Heat,
Did in th' impregnant Earth, new Sons beget:
They, like the Seed from which they sprung, accurst,
Against the Gods Immortal Hatred nurst:
An Impious, Arrogant, and Cruel Brood;
Expressing their Original from Blood.
Which when the King of Gods beheld from high
(Withal revolving in his Memory,
What he himself had found on Earth of late,
@3Lycaon's@1 Guilt, and his Inhuman Treate)
He sigh'd; nor longer with his Pity strove;
But kindled to a Wrath becoming @3Jove@1;
Then, call'd a General Council of the Gods;
Who Summon'd, Issue from their Blest Abodes,
And fill th' Assembly, with a shining Train.
A way there is, in Heavens expanded Plain,
Which when the Skies are clear, is seen below,
And Mortals, by the Name of Milky, know.
The Ground-work is of Stars; through which the Road
Lyes open to the Thunderer's Abode.
The Gods of greater Nations dwell around,
And on the Right and Left the Palace bound;
The Commons where they can, the Nobler sort,
With Winding-doors wide open, front the Court.
This Place, as far as Earth with Heav'n may vie,
I dare to call the @3Loovre@1 of the Skie.
When all were plac'd, in Seats distinctly known,
And he, their Father, had assum'd the Throne,
Upon his Iv'ry Sceptre first he leant,
Then shook his Head, that shook the Firmament:
Air, Earth, and Seas, obey'd th' Almighty nod;
And with a gen'ral fear, confess'd the God.
At length, with Indignation, thus he broke
His awful Silence, and the Pow'rs bespoke.
I was not more concern'd in that Debate
Of Empire, when our Universal State
Was put to hazard, and the Giant Race
Our Captive Skies were ready to imbrace:
For tho' the Foe was fierce, the Seeds of all
Rebellion, sprung from one Original;
Now wheresoever ambient waters glide,
All are corrupt, and all must be destroy'd.
Let me this Holy Protestation make,
By Hell, and Hell's inviolable Lake,
I try'd whatever in the God-Head lay;
But gangreen'd Members must be lopt away,
Before the Nobler Parts are tainted to decay.
There dwells below, a race of Demi-Gods,
Of Nymphs in Waters, and of Fawns in Woods;
Who, tho not worthy yet, in Heav'n to live,
Let 'em, at least, enjoy that Earth we give.
Can these be thought securely lodg'd below,
When I my self, who no Superior know,
I, who have Heav'n and Earth at my command,
Have been attempted by @3Lycaon's@1 Hand?
At this a Murmur thro' the Synod went,
And with one Voice they vote his Punishment.
Thus, when Conspiring Traytors dar'd to doom
The fall of @3Coesar@1, and in him of @3Rome@1,
The Nations trembled, with a pious Fear;
All anxious for their Earthly Thunderer:
Nor was their care, O @3Coesar@1! less esteem'd
By thee, than that of Heav'n for @3Jove@1 was deem'd;
Who with his Hand and Voice, did first restrain
Their Murmurs, then resum'd his Speech again.
The Gods to Silence were compos'd, and sate
With Reverence, due to his Superior State.
Cancel your pious Cares; already he
Has paid his Debt to Justice, and to me.
Yet what his Crimes, and what my Judgments were,
Remains for me thus briefly to declare.
The Clamours of this vile degenerate Age,
The Cries of Orphans, and th' Oppressor's Rage,
Had reach'd the Stars; I will descend, said I,
In hope to prove this loud Complaint a Lye.
Disguis'd in Humane Shape, I Travell'd round
The World, and more than what I hear'd I found.
O're @3Moenalus@1 I took my steepy way,
By Caverns infamous for Beasts of Prey.
Then cross'd @3Cyllene@1, and the piny shade,
More infamous by Curst @3Lycaon@1 made:
Dark Night had cover'd Heaven and Earth, before
I enter'd his Unhospitable Door.
Just at my entrance, I display'd the Sign
That somewhat was approaching of Divine.
The prostrate People pray: the Tyrant grins,
And, adding Prophanation to his Sins,
I'll try, said he, and if a God appear,
To prove his Deity, shall cost him dear.
'Twas late; the Graceless Wretch my Death prepares,
When I shou'd soundly Sleep, opprest with Cares:
This dire Experiment he chose, to prove
If I were Mortal, or undoubted @3Jove@1;
But first he had resolv'd to taste my Pow'r:
Not long before, but in a luckless hour
Some Legates sent from the @3Molossian@1 State,
Were on a peaceful Errant come to Treat:
Of these he Murders one, he boils the Flesh,
And lays the mangl'd Morsels in a Dish:
Some part he Roasts; then serves it up, so drest,
And bids me welcome to this Humane Feast.
Mov'd with Disdain, the Table I o're-turn'd;
And with avenging Flames, the Palace burn'd.
The Tyrant in a fright, for shelter, gains
The Neighb'ring Fields, and scours along the Plains.
Howling he fled, and fain he would have spoke,
But Humane Voice his Brutal Tongue forsook.
About his lips, the gather'd Foam he churns,
And breathing slaughters, still with Rage he burns,
But on the bleating Flock his fury turns.
His Mantle, now his Hide, with rugged hairs
Cleaves to his back; a famish'd face he bears;
His arms descend, his shoulders sink away,
To multiply his legs for chace of Prey.
He grows a Wolf, his hoariness remains,
And the same rage in other Members reigns.
His eyes still sparkle in a narr'wer space,
His jaws retain the grin, and violence of his face.
This was a single ruine, but not one
Deserves so just a punishment alone.
Mankind's a Monster, and th' Ungodly times,
Confed'rate into guilt, are sworn to Crimes.
All are alike involv'd in ill, and all
Must by the same relentless Fury fall.
Thus ended he; the greater Gods assent,
By Clamours urging his severe intent;
The less fill up the cry for punishment.
Yet still with pity they remember Man;
And mourn as much as Heav'nly Spirits can.
They ask, when those were lost of humane Birth,
What he wou'd do with all this waste of Earth:
If his dispeopl'd World he would resign
To Beasts, a mute, and more ignoble Line;
Neglected Altars must no longer smoke,
If none were left to worship and invoke.
To whom the Father of the Gods reply'd:
Lay that unnecessary fear aside:
Mine be the care, new People to provide.
I will from wondrous Principles ordain
A Race unlike the first, and try my skill again.
Already had he toss'd the flaming Brand,
And roll'd the Thunder in his spatious hand;
Preparing to discharge on Seas and Land:
But stopp'd, for fear thus violently driv'n,
The Sparks should catch his Axle-tree of Heav'n.
Remembring, in the Fates, a time when Fire
Shou'd to the Battlements of Heav'n aspire,
And all his blazing Worlds above shou'd burn,
And all th' inferiour Globe to Cinders turn.
His dire Artill'ry thus dismist, he bent
His thoughts to some securer Punishment:
Concludes to pour a Watry Deluge down;
And what he durst not burn, resolves to drown.
The Northern breath, that freezes Floods, he binds;
With all the race of Cloud-dispelling Winds
The South he loos'd, who Night and Horror brings;
And Foggs are shaken from his flaggy Wings.
From his divided Beard, two Streams he pours;
His head and rhumy eyes distil in showers.
With Rain his Robe and heavy Mantle flow:
And lazy mists are lowring on his brow.
Still as he swept along, with his clench't fist,
He squeez'd the Clouds; th' imprison'd Clouds resist:
The Skies, from Pole to Pole, with peals resound:
And show'rs inlarg'd come pouring on the ground.
Then, clad in Colours of a various dye,
@3Junonian Iris@1 breeds a new supply
To feed the Clouds: Impetuous Rain descends;
The bearded Corn beneath the Burden bends:
Defrauded Clowns deplore their perish'd grain;
And the long labours of the Year are vain.
Nor from his Patrimonial Heav'n alone
Is @3Jove@1 content to pour his Vengeance down:
Aid from his Brother of the Seas he craves,
To help him with Auxiliary Waves.
The watry Tyrant calls his Brooks and Floods,
Who rowl from mossie Caves (their moist abodes;)
And with perpetual Urns his Palace fill:
To whom in breif, he thus imparts his Will.
Small exhortation needs; your Pow'rs employ:
And this bad World, so Jove requires, destroy.
Let loose the Reins to all your watry Store:
Bear down the Damms, and open every door.
The Floods, by Nature Enemies to Land,
And proudly swelling with their new Command,
Remove the living Stones, that stopt their way,
And gushing from their Source, augment the Sea.
Then, with his Mace, their Monarch struck the Ground:
With inward trembling, Earth receiv'd the Wound;
And rising streams a ready passage found.
Th' expanded Waters gather on the Plain,
They flote the Fields, and over-top the Grain;
Then rushing onwards, with a sweepy sway,
Bear Flocks, and Folds, and lab'ring Hinds away.
Nor safe their Dwellings were; for, sap'd by Floods,
Their Houses fell upon their Household Gods.
The solid Piles, too strongly built to fall,
High o're their Heads, behold a watry Wall:
Now Seas and Earth were in confusion lost;
A world of Waters, and without a Coast.
One climbs a Cliff; one in his Boat is born,
And Ploughs above, where late he sow'd his Corn.
Others o're Chimney tops and Turrets row,
And drop their Anchors on the Meads below:
Or downward driv'n, they bruise the tender Vine,
Or tost aloft, are knock't against a Pine.
And where of late the Kids had cropt the
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The Monsters of the deep now take their place
Insulting Nereids on the Cities ride,
And wondring Dolphins o're the Palace glide.
On leaves and masts of mighty Oaks they brouze.
And their broad Finns entangle in the Boughs.
The frighted Wolf now swims amongst the Sheep;
The yellow Lyon wanders in the deep:
His rapid force no longer helps the Boar:
The Stag swims faster, than he ran before.
The Fowls, long beating on their Wings in vain,
Despair of Land, and drop into the Main.
Now Hills and Vales no more distinction know,
And levell'd Nature lies oppress'd below.
The most of Mortals perish in the Flood:
The small remainder dies for want of Food.
A Mountain of stupendous height there stands
Betwixt th' @3Athenian@1 and @3Boeotian@1 Lands,
The bound of fruitful Fields, while Fields they were,
But then a Field of Waters did appear:
@3Parnassus@1 is its name; whose forky rise
Mounts through the Clouds, and mates the lofty Skies.
High on the Summet of this dubious Cliff,
@3Deucalion@1 wafting, moor'd his little Skiff.
He with his Wife were only left behind
Of perish'd Man; they two were Humane Kind.
The Mountain Nymphs and @3Themis@1 they adore,
And from her Oracles relief implore.
The most upright of Mortal Men was he;
The most sincere and holy Woman, she.
When @3Jupiter@1, surveying Earth from high,
Beheld it in a Lake of Water lie,
That, where so many Millions lately liv'd,
But two, the best of either Sex, surviv'd,
He loos'd the Northern Wind; fierce @3Boreas@1 flies
To puff away the Clouds, and purge the Skies:
Serenely, while he blows, the Vapours, driven,
Discover Heav'n to Earth, and Earth to Heaven.
The Billows fall, while @3Neptune@1 lays his Mace
On the rough Sea, and smooths its furrow'd face,
Already @3Triton@1, at his call appears
Above the Waves; a @3Tyrian@1 Robe he wears;
And in his Hand a crooked Trumpet bears.
The Soveraign bids him peaceful Sounds inspire,
And give the Waves the signal to retire.
His writhen Shell he takes; whose narrow vent
Grows by degrees into a large extent;
Then gives it breath; the blast, with doubling sound,
Runs the wide Circuit of the World around.
The Sun first heard it, in his early East,
And met the rattling Eccho's in the West.
The Waters, listning to the Trumpets roar,
Obey the Summons, and forsake the Shoar.
A thin Circumference of Land appears;
And earth, but not at once, her visage rears,
And peeps upon the Seas from upper Grounds:
The Streams, but just contain'd within their bounds.
By slow degrees into their Channels crawl
And Earth increases as the Waters fall.
In longer time the tops of Trees appear,
Which Mud on their dishonour'd Branches bear.
At length the World was all restor'd to view,
But desolate, and of a sickly hue:
Nature beheld her self, and stood aghast,
A dismal Desart, and a silent Waste.
Which when @3Deucalion@1, with a piteous Look,
Beheld, he wept, and thus to @3Pyrrha@1 spoke:
Oh Wife, oh Sister, oh oh all thy kind
The best and only Creature left behind,
By Kindred, Love, and now by Dangers joyn'd;
Of Multitudes, who breath'd the common Air,
We two remain; a Species in a pair;
The rest the Seas have swallow'd; nor have we
Ev'n of this wretched life a certainty.
The Clouds are still above; and, while I speak,
A second Deluge o're our Heads may break.
Shou'd I be snatch'd from hence, and thou remain,
Without relief, or Partner of thy pain,
How cou'd'st thou such a wretched Life sustain?
Shou'd I be left, and thou be lost, the Sea,
That bury'd her I lov'd, shou'd bury me.
Oh cou'd our Father his old Arts inspire,
And make me Heir of his informing Fire,
That so I might abolisht Man retrieve,
And perisht People in new Souls might live.
But Heav'n is pleas'd, nor ought we to complain,
That we, th' Examples of Mankind remain.
He said: the careful couple joyn their Tears,
And then invoke the Gods, with pious Prayers.
Thus, in Devotion having eas'd their grief,
From Sacred Oracles they seek relief:
And to @3Cephysus@1 Brook their way pursue:
The Stream was troubl'd, but the Foord they knew.
With living Waters in the Fountain bred,
They sprinkle first, their Garments, and their Head,
Then took the way which to the Temple led.
The Roofs were all defil'd with Moss and Mire,
The Desart Altars void of Solemn Fire.
Before the Gradual, prostrate they ador'd,
The Pavement kiss'd, and thus the Saint implor'd.
O Righteous @3Themis,@1 if the Pow'rs above
By Pray'rs are bent to pity, and to love;
If humane Miseries can move their mind;
If yet they can forgive, and yet be kind;
Tell how we may restore, by second birth,
Mankind, and People desolated Earth.
Then thus the gracious Goddess, nodding, said;
Depart, and with your Vestments veil your head:
And stooping lowly down, with loosn'd Zones,
Throw each behind your backs, your mighty Mother's bones.
Amaz'd the pair; and mute with wonder, stand,
Till @3Pyrrha@1 first refus'd the dire command.
Forbid it Heav'n, said she, that I shou'd tear
Those Holy Reliques from the Sepulchre:
They ponder'd the mysterious Words again,
For some new sence; and long they sought in vain.
At length @3Deucalion@1 clear'd his cloudy brow,
And said; The dark @3AEnigma@1 will allow
A meaning, which, if well I understand,
From Sacriledge will free the Gods Command:
This Earth our mighty Mother is, the Stones
In her capacious Body, are her Bones.
These we must cast behind: with hope and fear,
The Woman did the new solution hear:
The Man diffides in his own Augury,
And doubts the Gods; yet both resolve to try.
Descending from the Mount, they first unbind
Their Vests, and veil'd, they cast the Stones behind:
The Stones (a Miracle to Mortal View,
But long Tradition makes it pass for true)
Did first the Rigour of their Kind expell,
And suppl'd into softness as they fell;
Then swell'd, and swelling, by degrees grew warm;
And took the Rudiments of Humane Form;
Imperfect shapes: in Marble such are seen,
When the rude Chizzel does the Man begin;
While yet the roughness of the Stone remains,
Without the rising Muscles, and the Veins.
The sappy parts, and next resembling juice,
Were turn'd to Moisture, for the Bodies use:
Supplying humours, blood, and nourishment:
The rest, (too solid to receive a bent;)
Converts to bones; and what was once a vein,
Its former Name and Nature did retain.
By help of Pow'r Divine, in little space,
What the Man threw, assum'd a Manly face;
And what the Wife, renew'd the Female Race.
Hence we derive our Nature, born to bear
Laborious life; and harden'd into care.
The rest of Animals, from teeming Earth
Produc'd, in various Forms receiv'd their birth.
The native moisture, in its close retreat,
Digested by the Sun's AEthereal heat,
As in a kindly Womb, began to breed:
Then swell'd and quicken'd by the vital seed.
And some in less, and some in longer space,
Were ripen'd into form, and took a several face.
Thus when the @3Nile@1 from @3Pharian@1 Fields is fled,
And seeks, with Ebbing Tides, his ancient Bed,
The fat Manure with Heav'nly Fire is warm'd;
And crusted Creatures, as in Wombs are form'd:
These, when they turn the Glebe, the Peasants find:
Some rude, and yet unfinish'd in their Kind:
Short of their Limbs, a lame imperfect Birth;
One half alive; and one of lifeless Earth.
For heat and moisture, when in Bodies joyn'd,
The temper that results from either Kind,
Conception makes; and fighting, till they mix,
Their mingl'd Atoms in each other fix.
Thus Nature's hand the Genial Bed prepares
With Friendly Discord, and with fruitful Wars.
From hence the surface of the Ground with Mud
And Slime besmear'd (the faeces of the Flood),
Receiv'd the Rays of Heav'n; and sucking in
The Seeds of Heat, new Creatures did begin:
Some were of sev'ral sorts produc'd before;
But of new Monsters, Earth created more.
Unwillingly, but yet she brought to light
Thee, @3Python@1 too, the wondring World to fright,
And the new Nations, with so dire a Sight.
So monstrous was his Bulk, so large a space
Did his vast Body, and long Train embrace:
Whom @3Phoebus@1 basking on a Bank espy'd,
E're now the God his Arrows had not try'd,
But on the trembling Deer, or Mountain Goat;
At this new Quarry he prepares to shoot.
Though every Shaft took place, he spent the Store
Of his full Quiver; and 'twas long before
Th' expiring Serpent wallow'd in his Gore.
Then, to preserve the Fame of such a deed,
For @3Python@1 slain, he @3Pythian@1 Games decreed,
Where Noble Youths for Mastership shou'd strive,
To Quoit, to Run, and Steeds and Chariots drive.
The Prize was Fame: In witness of Renown,
An Oaken Garland did the Victor crown.
The Lawrel was not yet for Triumphs born,
But every Green, alike by @3Phoebus@1 worn,
Did with promiscuous Grace, his flowing Locks adorn.

@3The Transformation of@1 Daphne
@3into a Lawrel@1.

The first and fairest of his Loves was she,
Whom not blind Fortune, but the dire decree
Of angry @3Cupid@1 forc'd him to desire:
@3Daphne@1 her name, and @3Peneus@1 was her Sire,
Swell'd with the Pride, that new Success attends,
He sees the Stripling, while his Bow he bends,
And thus insults him: Thou lascivious Boy,
Are Arms like these, for Children to employ?
Know, such atchivements are my proper claim:
Due to my vigour and unerring aim:
Resistless are my Shafts, and @3Python@1 late,
In such a feather'd Death, has found his fate.
Take up thy Torch, (and lay my Weapons by;)
With that the feeble Souls of Lovers fry.
To whom the Son of @3Venus@1 thus reply'd:
@3Phoebus,@1 thy Shafts are sure on all beside;
But mine on @3Phoebus,@1 mine the Fame shall be
Of all thy Conquests, when I conquer thee.
He said, and soaring swiftly wing'd his flight;
Nor stopt but on @3Parnassus@1 airy height.
Two diff'rent Shafts he from his Quiver draws;
One to repel Desire, and one to cause.
One Shaft is pointed with refulgent Gold,
To bribe the Love, and make the Lover bold:
One blunt, and tipt with Lead, whose base Allay
Provokes disdain, and drives desire away.
The blunted bolt against the Nymph he drest:
But with the sharp, transfixt @3Apollo's@1 Breast.
Th' enamour'd Deity pursues the Chace;
The scornful Damsel shuns his loath'd Embrace;
In hunting Beasts of Prey her Youth employs;
And @3Phoebe@1 Rivals in her rural Joys.
With naked Neck she goes, and Shoulders bare,
And with a Fillet binds her flowing Hair.
By many Suitors sought, she mocks their pains,
And still her vow'd Virginity maintains.
Impatient of a Yoke, the name of Bride
She shuns, and hates the Joys she never try'd.
On Wilds and Woods she fixes her desire:
Nor knows what Youth and kindly Love inspire.
Her Father chides her oft: Thou ow'st, says he,
A Husband to thy self, a Son to me.
She, like a Crime, abhors the Nuptial Bed:
She glows with blushes, and she hangs her head.
Then, casting round his Neck her tender Arms,
Sooths him with blandishments, and filial Charms:
Give me, my Lord, she said, to live and die
A spotless Maid, without the Marriage tye.
'Tis but a small request; I beg no more
Than what @3Diana's@1 Father gave before.
The good old Sire was softn'd to consent;
But said her Wish wou'd prove her Punishment:
For so much Youth, and so much Beauty joyn'd,
Oppos'd the State, which her desires design'd.
The God of light, aspiring to her Bed,
Hopes what he seeks, with flattering Fancies fed:
And is, by his own Oracles mis-led.
And as in empty Fields, the Stubble burns,
Or nightly Travellers, when day returns,
Their useless Torches on dry Hedges throw,
That catch the Flames, and kindle all the row;
So burns the God, consuming in desire,
And feeding in his Breast a fruitless Fire:
Her well-turn'd Neck he view'd (her Neck was bare)
And on her Shoulders her dishevel'd Hair:
Oh were it comb'd, said he, with what a grace
Wou'd every waving Curl become her Face!
He view'd her eyes, like Heavenly Lamps that shone;
He view'd her Lips, too sweet to view alone,
Her taper Fingers, and her panting Breast;
He praises all he sees, and for the rest,
Believes the Beauties yet unseen are best:
Swift as the Wind, the Damsel fled away,
Nor did for these alluring Speeches stay:
Stay, Nymph, he cry'd, I follow not a Foe:
Thus from the Lyon trips the trembling Doe:
Thus from the Wolf the frightn'd Lamb removes,
And, from pursuing Faulcons, fearful Doves;
Thou shunn'st a God, and shunn'st a God that loves.
Ah lest some thorn shou'd pierce thy tender foot,
Or thou shou'd'st fall in flying my pursuit!
To sharp uneven ways thy steps decline;
Abate thy speed, and I will bate of mine.
Yet think from whom thou dost so rashly fly;
Nor basely born, nor Shepherd's Swain am I.
Perhaps thou know'st not my Superior State;
And from that ignorance proceeds thy hate.
Me @3Claros, Delphos, Tenedos@1 obey,
These Hands the @3Patareian@1 Scepter sway.
The King of Gods begot me: What shall be,
Or is, or ever was, in Fate, I see.
Mine is th' invention of the charming Lyre;
Sweet notes, and Heav'nly numbers I inspire.
Sure is my Bow, unerring is my Dart;
But ah more deadly his, who pierc'd my Heart.
Med'cine is mine, what Herbs and Simples grow
In Fields and Forrests, all their Pow'rs I know;
And am the great Physician call'd, below.
Alas that Fields and Forrests can afford
No Remedies to heal their Love-sick Lord!
To cure the pains of Love, no Plant avails;
And his own Physick the Physician fails.
She heard not half; so furiously she flies,
And on her Ear th' imperfect accent dies.
Fear gave her Wings; and as she fled, the wind
Increasing spread her flowing Hair behind;
And left her Legs and Thighs expos'd to view;
Which made the God more eager to pursue.
The God was young, and was too hotly bent
To lose his time in empty Compliment:
But led by Love, and fir'd with such a sight,
Impetuously pursu'd his near delight.
As when th' impatient Greyhound slipt from far,
Bounds o're the Glebe, to course the fearful Hare,
She in her speed does all her safety lay;
And he with double speed pursues the Prey;
O're-runs her at the sitting turn, and licks
His Chaps in vain, and blows upon the Flix,
She scapes, and for the neighb'ring Covert strives,
And gaining shelter, doubts if yet she lives:
If little things with great we may compare,
Such was the God, and such the flying Fair:
She urg'd by fear, her feet did swiftly move,
But he more swiftly, who was urg'd by Love.
He gathers ground upon her in the chace:
Now breaths upon her Hair, with nearer pace;
And just isfast'ning on the wish'd Embrace.
The Nymph grew pale, and in a mortal fright,
Spent with the Labour of so long a Flight;
And now despairing, cast a mournful look,
Upon the Streams of her Paternal Brook:
Oh help, she cry'd, in this extreamest need,
If Water Gods are Deities indeed:
Gape, Earth and this unhappy Wretch intomb:
Or change my form whence all my sorrows come.
Scarce had she finish'd, when her Feet she found
Benumm'd with cold, and fasten'd to the Ground:
A filmy rind about her Body grows,
Her Hair to Leaves, her Arms extend to Boughts:
The Nymph is all into a Lawrel gone,
The smoothness of her Skin remains alone.
Yet @3Phoebus@1 loves her still, and, casting round
Her Bole, his Arms, some little warmth he found.
The Tree still panted in the unfinish'd part,
Not wholly vegetive, and heav'd her Heart.
He fix'd his Lips upon the trembling Rind;
It swerv'd aside, and his Embrace declin'd.
To whom the God: Because thou canst not be
My Mistress, I espouse thee for my Tree:
Be thou the prize of Honour and Renown;
The deathless Poet, and the Poem crown.
Thou shalt the @3Roman@1 Festivals adorn,
And, after Poets, be by Victors worn.
Thou shalt returning @3Coesar's@1 Triumph grace;
When Pomps shall in a long Procession pass:
Wreath'd on the Posts before his Palace wait;
And be the sacred Guardian of the Gate:
Secure from Thunder, and unharm'd by @3Jove,@1
Unfading as th' immortal Pow'rs above:
And as the Locks of @3Phoebus@1 are unshorn,
So shall perpetual green thy Boughs adorn.
The grateful Tree was pleas'd with what he sed,
And shook the shady Honours of her Head.

@3The Transformation of@1 Io @3into
a Heyfar@1.

An ancient Forrest in @3Thessalia@1 grows;
Which @3Tempe's@1 pleasing Valley does inclose:
Through this the rapid @3Peneus@1 takes his course;
From @3Pindus@1 rowling with impetuous force:
Mists from the Rivers mighty fall arise;
And deadly damps inclose the cloudy Skies:
Perpetual Fogs are hanging o're the Wood;
And sounds of Waters deaf the Neighbourhood.
Deep, in a Rocky Cave, he makes abode:
(A Mansion proper for a mourning God.)
Here he gives Audience; issuing out Decrees
To Rivers, his dependant Deities.
On this occasion hither they resort,
To pay their homage, and to make their Court.
All doubtful, whether to congratulate
His Daughter's Honour, or lament her Fate.
@3Sperchoeus@1, crown'd with Poplar, first appears;
Then old @3Apidanus@1 came crown'd with years:
@3Enipeus@1 turbulent, @3Amphrisos@1 tame;
And @3AEas@1, last with lagging Waters, came.
Then, of his Kindred Brooks a numerous throng
Condole his Loss, and bring their Urns along.
Not one was wanting of the watry Train,
That fill'd his Flood, or mingl'd with the Main:
But @3Inachus@1, who, in his Cave, alone,
Wept not another's losses, but his own.
For his dear @3Io@1, whether stray'd, or dead,
To him uncertain, doubtful Tears he shed.
He sought her through the World, but sought in vain;
And, no where finding, rather fear'd her slain.
Her, just returning from her Father's Brook,
@3Jove@1 had beheld, with a desiring look;
And, Oh fair Daughter of the Flood, he sed,
Worthy alone of @3Jove's@1 Imperial Bed,
Happy whoever shall those Charms possess;
The King of Gods, nor is thy Lover less,
Invites thee to yon cooler Shades; to shun
The scorching Rays of the Meridian Sun.
Nor shalt thou tempt the dangers of the Grove
Alone, without a Guide; thy Guide is @3Jove@1.
No puny Pow'r, but he whose high Command
Isunconfin'd, who rules the Seas and Land;
And tempers Thunder in his awful hand.
Oh fly not; (for she fled from his Embrace,)
O'er @3Lerna's@1 Pastures he pursu'd the Chace,
Along the Shades of the @3Lyrnoean@1 Plain;
At length the God, who never asks in vain,
Involv'd with Vapours, imitating Night,
Both Air and Earth; and then suppress'd her flight,
And mingling force with Love, enjoy'd the full delight.
Mean time the Jealous @3Juno@1, from on high,
Survey'd the fruitful Fields of @3Arcady@1;
And wonder'd that the mist shou'd over-run
The face of Day-light, and obscure the Sun.
No Nat'ral cause she found, from Brooks, or Bogs,
Or marshy Lowlands, to produce the Fogs:
Then round the Skies she sought for @3Jupiter@1;
Her faithless Husband; but no @3Jove@1 was there.
Suspecting now the worst, Or I, she said,
Am much mistaken, or am much betray'd.
With fury she precipitates her flight,
Dispels the shadows of dissembled Night,
And to the day restores his native light.
Th' Almighty Leacher, careful to prevent
The consequence, foreseeing her descent
Transforms his Mistress in a trice; and now
In @3Io's@1 place appears a lovely Cow.
So slick her skin, so faultless was her make,
Ev'n @3Juno@1 did unwilling pleasure take
To see so fair a Rival of her Love;
And what she was, and whence, enquir'd of @3Jove@1:
Of what fair Herd, and from what Pedigree?
The God, half caught, was forc'd upon a lye;
And said she sprung from Earth; she took the word,
And begg'd the beauteous Heyfar of her Lord.
What should he do? 'twas equal shame to @3Jove@1
Or to relinquish, or betray his Love:
Yet to refuse so slight a Gift, wou'd be
But more t' increase his Consort's Jealousie:
Thus fear, and love, by turns his heart assail'd;
And stronger love had sure at length prevail'd,
But some faint hope remain'd, his jealous Queen
Had not the Mistress through the Heyfar seen.
The cautious Goddess, of her Gift possest,
Yet harbour'd anxious thoughts within her breast;
As she who knew the falshood of her @3Jove@1,
And justly fear'd some new relapse of Love
Which to prevent, and to secure her care,
To trusty @3Argus@1 she commits the Fair.
The head of @3Argus@1 (as with Stars the Skies)
Was compass'd round, and wore an hundred eyes.
But two by turns their Lids in Slumber steep;
The rest on duty still their station keep;
Nor cou'd the total Constellation sleep.
Thus, ever present, to his eyes and mind,
His Charge was still before him, tho' behind.
In Fields he suffer'd her to feed by Day,
But when the setting Sun to Night gave way,
The Captive Cow he summon'd with a call,
And drove her back, and ty'd her to the Stall.
On Leaves of Trees and bitter Herbs she fed,
Heav'n was her Canopy, bare Earth her Bed;
So hardly lodg'd: and to digest her Food,
She drank from troubl'd Streams, defil'd with Mud.
Her woeful Story fain she wou'd have told,
With Hands upheld, but had no Hands to hold.
Her Head to her ungentle Keeper bow'd,
She strove to speak; she spoke not, but she low'd:
Affrighted with the Noise, she look'd around,
And seem'd t' inquire the Author of the sound.
Once on the Banks where often she had play'd,
(Her Father's Banks) she came, and there survey'd
Her alter'd Visage, and her branching head;
And, starting, from her self she wou'd have fled.
Her fellow Nymphs, familiar to her eyes,
Beheld, but knew her not in this disguise.
Ev'n @3Inachus@1 himself was ignorant;
And in his Daughter did his Daughter want.
She follow'd where her Fellows went, as she
Were still a Partner of the Company:
They stroke her Neck; the gentle Heyfar stands,
And her Neck offers to their stroking Hands.
Her Father gave her Grass; the Grass she took;
And lick'd his Palms, and cast a piteous look;
And in the language of her eyes, she spoke.
She wou'd have told her name, and ask't relief,
But wanting words, in tears she tells her grief.
Which, with her foot she makes him understand;
And prints the name of @3Io@1 in the Sand.
Ah wretched me! her mournful Father cry'd;
She, with a sigh, to wretched me reply'd:
About her Milk-white neck his arms he threw;
And wept, and then these tender words ensue.
And art thou she, whom I have sought around
The World, and have at length so sadly found?
So found is worse than lost: with mutual words
Thou answer'st not, no voice thy tongue affords:
But sighs are deeply drawn from out thy breast;
And speech deny'd, by lowing is express'd.
Unknowing I, prepar'd thy Bridal Bed;
With empty Hopes of happy Issue fed.
But now the Husband of a Herd must be
Thy Mate, and bell'wing Sons thy Progeny.
Oh, were I mortal, Death might bring relief!
But now my God-head but extends my grief;
Prolongs my Woes, of which no end I see,
And makes me curse my Immortality,
More had he said, but fearful of her stay,
The Starry Guardian drove his Charge away,
To some fresh Pasture; on a hilly height
He sate himself, and kept her still in sight.

@3The Eyes of@1 Argus @3transform'd into
a Peacock's Train@1.

Now @3Jove@1 no longer cou'd her suff'rings bear:
But call'd in haste his airy Messenger,
The son of @3Maya@1, with severe decree
To kill the Keeper, and to set her free.
With all his Harness soon the God was sped;
His flying Hat was fastned on his Head;
Wings on his Heels were hung, and in his Hand
He holds the Virtue of the Snaky Wand.
The liquid Air his moving Pinions wound,
And, in the moment, shoot him on the ground.
Before he came in sight, the crafty God
His Wings dismiss'd, but still retain'd his Rod:
That Sleep-procuring Wand wise @3Hermes@1 took,
But made it seem to sight, a Shepherd's Hook.
With this he did a Herd of Goats controul;
Which by the way he met, and slily stole.
Clad like a Country Swain, he Pip'd, and Sung;
And playing drove his jolly Troop along.
With pleasure, @3Argus@1 the Musician heeds;
But wonders much at those new vocal Reeds.
And, Whosoe're thou art, my Friend, said he,
Up hither drive thy Goats, and play by me:
This Hill has browz for them, and shade for thee.
The God, who was with ease induc'd to climb.
Began Discourse to pass away the time;
And still, betwixt, his Tuneful Pipe he plyes;
And watch'd his Hour, to close the Keeper's Eyes.
With much ado, he partly kept awake;
Not suff'ring all his Eyes repose to take:
And ask'd the Stranger, who did Reeds invent,
And whence began so rare an Instrument?

@3The Transformation of@1 Syrinx
@3into Reeds@1.

Then @3Hermes@1 thus; A Nymph of late there was,
Whose heav'nly form her Fellows did surpass.
The Pride and Joy of Fair @3Arcadia's@1 plains;
Belov'd by Deities, Ador'd by Swains:
@3Syrinx@1 her Name, by @3Sylvans@1 oft pursu'd,
As oft she did the Lustful Gods delude:
The Rural, and the Woodland Pow'rs disdain'd;
With @3Cynthia@1 Hunted, and her Rites maintain'd;
Like @3Phoebe@1 clad, even @3Phoebe's@1 self she seems,
So Tall, so Streight, such well-proportion'd Limbs:
The nicest Eye did no distinction know,
But that the Goddess bore a Golden Bow:
Distinguish'd thus, the sight she cheated too.
Descending from @3Lycoeus, Pan@1 admires
The Matchless Nymph, and burns with new Desires.
A Crown of Pine upon his Head he wore;
And thus began her pity to implore.
But e're he thus began, she took her flight
So swift, she was already out of sight.
Nor staid to hear the Courtship of the God;
But bent her course to @3Ladon's@1 gentle Flood:
There by the River stopt, and, tyr'd before,
Relief from water Nymphs her Pray'rs implore.
Now while the Lustful God, with speedy pace,
Just thought to strain her in a strict Embrace,
He fills his Arms with Reeds, new rising on the place.
And while he sighs his ill-success to find,
The tender Canes were shaken by the wind;
And breath'd a mournful Air, unhear'd before;
That much surprizing @3Pan@1, yet pleas'd him more.
Admiring this new Musick, Thou, he sed,
Who can'st not be the Partner of my Bed,
At least shalt be the Consort of my Mind;
And often, often, to my Lips be joyn'd.
He form'd the Reeds, proportion'd as they are:
Unequal in their length, and wax'd with Care,
They still retain the Name of his Ungrateful Fair.
While @3Hermes@1 pip'd, and sung, and told his tale,
The Keeper's winking Eyes began to fail,
And drowsie slumber on the lids to creep;
Till all the Watchman was, at length, asleep.
Then soon the God his Voice and Song supprest;
And with his pow'rful Rod confirm'd his rest:
Without delay his crooked Faulchion drew,
And at one fatal stroak the Keeper slew.
Down from the Rock, fell the dissever'd head,
Opening its Eyes in Death, and falling bled;
And mark'd the passage with a crimson trail:
Thus @3Argus@1 lies in pieces, cold and pale;
And all his hundred Eyes, with all their light,
Are clos'd at once in one perpetual night.
These @3Juno@1 takes, that they no more may fail,
And spreads them in her Peacock's gaudy tail.
Impatient to revenge her injur'd Bed,
She wreaks her Anger on her Rival's head;
With furies frights her from her Native Home,
And drives her gadding, round the World to roam:
Nor ceas'd her madness and her flight, before
She touch'd the limits of the @3Pharian@1 Shore.
At length, arriving on the Banks of @3Nile@1,
Weary'd with length of ways, and worn with toil,
She laid her down: and, leaning on her Knees,
Invok'd the Cause of all her Miseries:
And cast her languishing regards above,
For help from Heav'n, and her ungrateful @3Jove@1.
She sigh'd, she wept, she low'd; 'twas all she cou'd;
And with Unkindness seem'd to tax the God.
Last, with an humble Pray'r, she begg'd Repose,
Or Death at least to finish all her Woes.
@3Jove@1 heard her Vows, and with a flatt'ring look,
In her behalf, to jealous @3Juno@1 spoke.
He cast his Arms about her Neck, and sed:
Dame, rest secure; no more thy Nuptial Bed
This Nymph shall violate; by @3Styx@1 I swear,
And every Oath that binds the Thunderer.
The Goddess was appeas'd: and at the word
Was @3Io@1 to her former shape restor'd.
The rugged Hair began to fall away;
The Sweetness of her Eyes did only stay,
Tho' not so large; her crooked Horns decrease;
The wideness of her Jaws and Nostrils cease:
Her Hoofs to Hands return, in little space:
The five long taper Fingers take their place;
And nothing of the Heyfar now is seen,
Beside the native whiteness of the Skin.
Erected on her Feet she walks again,
And Two the duty of the Four sustain.
She tries her Tongue, her silence softly breaks,
And fears her former lowings when she speaks:
A Goddess now through all th' @3Egyptian@1 State;
And serv'd by Priests, who in white Linnen wait.
Her son was @3Epaphus@1, at length believ'd
The Son of @3Jove@1, and as a God receiv'd:
With Sacrifice ador'd, and publick Pray'rs,
he common Temples with his Mother shares.
Equal in years, and Rival in Renown
With @3Epaphus@1, the youthful @3Phaeton@1,
Like Honour claims, and boasts his Sire the Sun.
His haughty Looks, and his assuming Air
The Son of @3Isis@1 cou'd no longer bear:
Thou tak'st thy Mother's Word too far, said he,
And hast usurp'd thy boasted Pedigree.
Go base Pretender to a borrow'd Name.
Thus tax'd, he blush'd with anger, and with shame;
But shame repress'd his Rage: the daunted Youth
Soon seeks his Mother, and inquires the truth:
Mother, said he, this Infamy was thrown
By @3Epaphus@1 on you, and me your Son.
He spoke in publick, told it to my face;
Nor durst I vindicate the dire disgrace:
Ev'n I, the bold, the sensible of wrong,
Restrain'd by Shame, was forc'd to hold my Tongue.
To hear an open Slander is a Curse:
But not to find an Answer, is a worse.
If I am Heav'n-begot, assert your Son
By some sure Sign; and make my Father known,
To right my Honour, and redeem your own.
He said, and saying cast his arms about
Her Neck, and begg'd her to resolve the Doubt.
'Tis hard to judge if @3Climene@1 were mov'd
More by his Pray'r, whom she so dearly lov'd,
Or more with fury fir'd, to find her Name
Traduc'd, and made the sport of common Fame.
She stretch'd her Arms to Heav'n, and fix'd her Eyes
On that fair Planet, that adorns the Skies;
Now by those Beams, said she, whose holy Fires
Consume my Breast, and kindle my desires;
By him who sees us both, and chears our sight,
By him the publick Minister of light,
I swear that @3Sun@1 begot thee: if I lye,
Let him his chearful Influence deny:
Let him no more this perjur'd Creature see;
And shine on all the World, but only me:
If still you doubt your Mother's Innocence,
His Eastern Mansion is not far from hence;
With little pains you to his @3Leve@1 go,
And from himself your Parentage may know.
With joy th' ambitious Youth his Mother heard,
And eager, for the Journey soon prepar'd.
He longs the World beneath him to survey;
To guide the Chariot; and to give the day:
From @3Meroe's@1 burning Sands he bends his course,
Nor less in @3India@1 feels his Father's force;
His Travel urging, till he came in sight,
And saw the Palace by the Purple light.

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