Path of fear they made him tread-
Aphrodite was his dread.

Him the goddess thus addrest: "Of all beasts thou wickedest !

Thou didst thou this white thigh tear?

Didst thou smite my husband dear?"
Fearfully, then, answered he
"Cypris! I do swear to thee
By thyself and husband dear,
By the very bonds I wear,
By these huntsmen, never I
Meant to tear thy husband's thigh;
Thinking there a statue stood,
In the fever of my blood,

I was mad a kiss to press

On the naked loveliness:

But my long tusk pierced the boy :
Punish these, and these destroy,

Tusks that worse than useless prove

What had they to do with love?

And if this suffice not, pray,

Cypris! cut my lips away—

What had they to do with kissing?"
Cypris, then, her wrath dismissing,
Pitied him that knew no better;

And she bade them loose his fetter.
The boar, from that time of her train,
Went not to the wood again;
But, approaching to the fire,

Fairly burned out his desire.

FRAGMENT FROM BERENICE.

IF for good sport one prays and lucky gains,
Who from the sea his livelihood obtains,

His nets his plough: let him at evening-fall,
Offering a "white fish," on this goddess call

The fish called "white" as brightest that doth swim;
Nor shall his prayer be without fruit for him:

For let him throw his nets into the sea,

And he shall draw them full as they can be.