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• If e'er, by rebel deities opprest,
She said. The god vouchsaf'd not to reply.
With a deep figh the Thundering Power replies:
And shun the fight of heaven's suspicious queen.
This said, his kingly brow the fire inclin'd;
The goddess smil'd : and, with a sudden leap, From the high mountain plung'd into the deep.
But Jove repair'd to his celestial towers :
To him enthron'd (for whispering she had seen:
Falfe Jove ! what goddess whispering did I see? "O fond of counsels, kill conceal'd from me! • To me, neglected, thou wilt ne'er impart • One single thought of thy close-cover'd heart.!
To whom the Sire of gods and men reply'd ;. « Strive not to find, what I decree to hide.
Laborious were the search, and vain the strife, • Vain ev'n for thee, my sister and my wife. • The thoughts and counsels, proper to declare, • Nor god nor mortal shall before thee share : • But, what my secret wisdom thall ordain, « Think not to reach, for know the thought were vaina
• Dread Saturn's son, why so fevere?" replies The Goddess of the large majestic eyes. Thy own dark thoughts at pleasure hide, or show;
Ne'er have I ask'd, nor now aspire to know. « Nor yet my fears are vain, nor came unseen • To thy high throne the filver-footed queen,
Daughter of him, who low beneath the tides
To whom the god, whose hand the tempest forms, Drives clouds on clouds,andblackens heaven with storms, Thus wrathful answer'd : 'Doft thou still complain ? • Perplex'd for ever, and perplex'd in vain ! • Should'st thou disclose the dark event to come; • How wilt thou stop th' irrevocable doom ! • This ferves the more to sharpen my disdain; 6 And woes foreseen but lengthen out thy pain. 6-Be filent then. Dispute not my command ; 6. Nor tempt the force of this superior hand : « Left all the gods, around thee leagu'd, engage • In vain to shield thee from my kindled rage.'
Mute and abalh'd she fai without reply, And downward turn’d her large majestic eye, Nor further durst th' offended fire provoke : The gods around him trembled, as he spoke. When Vulcan, for his mother fore distrest, Turn'd orator, and thus his speech address’d;
• Hard is our fate, if men of mortal line & Stir
Though much more wise than I pretend to be : 6 Let me advise her silent to obey, & And due submission to our father pay.
« Nor force again his gloomy rage to rise,
Ill-tim’d, and damp the revels of the skies.
Who could resist the mighty monarch's will ?
He said : and in his tottering hands up-bore
« Sit down, dear mother, with a heart content, • Nor urge a more disgraceful punishment, « Which if great Jove inflict, poor I, dismay'd, • Must stand aloof, nor dare to give thee aid. • Great Jove shall reign for ever, uncontrol'd: · Remember, when I took thy part of old,
Caught by the beel he swung me round on high, • And headlong hurl?d me from th’ ethereal sky:
From morn to noon I fell, from noon to night; 6 Till pitch'd on Lemnos, a most piteous sight, • The Sintians hardly could my breath recall, • Giddy and gasping with the dreadful fall.
She sinild: ayd, smiling, her white arm display'd
Thus, feasting to the full, they pass’d away,
Alternate warbling; while the golden lyre,
a sweet refreshing llumber clos'd:
TO THE EARL OF WARWICK, ON THE
DEATH OF MR. ADDISON,
F, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stay'd,
Blame not her filence, Warwick, but bemoan,
Can I forget the dismal night that gave