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In a strong fatyr's rough-hewn form he came

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Instilling love, transports the glowing dame,
And lusty twins reward his nervous flame.

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Hear how he sooth'd the bright Alcmena's love,
Who for Amphitryon took th' impostor Foue,
And how the God in golden show's allur’d.
The guarded nymph in brazen walls immur'd.
How, in a swain, Mnemosyne he charms,
In lambent flames the fair Ægina warms:
And how with various glitt'ring hues inlaid
In serpent's form Deöis he betray’d.
Here you, great Neptune, with a short-liy'd flame
In a young bull enjoy'd th' Æolian dame.
Then in Enipeus' shape intrigues pursue,
'Tis thus th' Aložds boaft descent from you.
Here to Bisaltis you your love convey'd,
And as a ram deceiv'd the yielding maid.

Ceres, kind mother of the bounteous year,
Whose golden locks a fheafy garland bear;
And the dread dame, whose head's with serpents hung,
From whom the Pegasaan courser sprung,
Thee in a snuffing stallion's form enjoy,
Exhauft thy ftrength, and ev'ry nerve employ;

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Melantho as a dolphin you betray,
And sport in pleasures on the rolling fea:
Such just proportion graces ev'ry part,
Nature her self appears improv'd by art.
Here in disguise was mighty Phæbus feen
With clownilh aspect, and á rustick mien;
Again transform’d, he's dress’d in faulcon’s plumes,
And now the lion's noble shape assumes;
Now, in a shepherd's form, with treach'rous smiles
He Macareian ile's heart beguiles.
Here his plump shape enamour'd Bacchus leaves,
And in the grape Erigone deceives.
There Saturn, in a neighing horse, the wove,
And Chiron's double form rewards his love.
Feftoons of flow'rs inwove with ivy shine,
Border the wond'rous piece, and round the texture

twine.
Not Pallas, nor ev'n spleen it felf could blame,
The skilful work of the Maonian dame;
With grief her vast success the goddess bore,
And of celestial crimes th' upbraiding hift'ry tore.
Her boxen {huttle, now enrag'd, she took,
And thrice the proud Idmonian artift struck:

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Th’ unhappy maid, who found her labours vain,
Grew refolute with pride, and shame, and pain:
Around her neck a fatal noose she ties,
And in defpair to death for shelter flies.
Pallas with pity saw the sudden deed,
And thus the virgin's milder fate decreed:
• Live, impious rival, mindful of thy crime,
“ Suspended thus to waste thy future time,
“ This punishment involves thy nam'rous race,
" Who, for thy fault, inherit thy disgrace:
Her incantation magick juices aid,
With which the sprinkles o'er the pendent maid,
And thus the clvarm its noxious pow'r display'd.
Like autumn leaves she sheds her falling hairs,
With these, her nose, and next her rifing ears,
Her head to the minutest substance shrunk,
And the strong juice contracts her changing trunk;
Strait to her fides, her Aender fingers clung;
And there, her nimble feet in order hung;
Her bloated belly swells to larger fize,
Włtich now with smallest threads her work supplies ;.
The virgin in the spider still remains;
And in that shape her former art retains.

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HILE you, my Lord, bid stately piles

afcend, Or in your Chiswick, bow'rs enjoy your

friend: Where Pope unloads the boughs within his reach, The purple vine, blue plumb, and blushing peach;

I journey

I journey far. -You knew fat bards might tire,
And, mounted, sent me forth your trusy 'squire.
Twas on the day that city dames repair,
To take their weekly dose of Hide-Park air;
When forth we trot; no carts the road infeft,
For ftill on Sundays country horses rest.
Thy gardens, Kensington, we leave unseen;
Through Hammersmith jog on to Turnham-green;
That Turnham-green, which dainty pidgeons fed,
But feeds no more : for * Solomon is dead.
Three dusty miles reach Brandford's tedious town,
For dirty streets and white-legg'd chickens known:
Thence o'er wide shrubby heaths, and furrow'd lanes,
We come, where Thames divides the meads of Stanes.
We ferry'd o'er ;- for late the winter's flood
Shook her frail bridge, and tore her piles of wood.
Prepar'd for war, now Bagshot-heath we cross,
Where broken gametters oft' repair their loss.
At Hartley-Row the foaming bit we prest,
While the fat landlord welcom'd ev'ry guest.
Supper was ended, healths the glasses crown'd,
Our host extoll’d his wine at ev'ry round,

* A man, lately famous for feeding pidgeons at Turnham.green.

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