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Story of JRACHNE,


The Beginning of the Sixth Book of OvidV Metamorphosis.

By Mr. J. GAT.

P Alias; attentive heard the Muses Song, [Wrong; Pleas'd that so well they had reveng'd their

Reflecting thus,—A Vulgar Soul can praise,

My Fame let glorious Emulation raise.

Swift Vengeance shall pursue th'audacious Pride

That dares my Sacred Deity deride!

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Revenge the Goddess in her Breast revolves,

And strait the bold Arachne's Fate resolves.

Her haughty Mind to Heav'n disdain'd to bend,

And durst with Pallas in her Art contend.

No famous Town she boasts, or noble Name,

But to her Work alone owes all her Fame;

Idmon her Father on his Trade rely'd,

And thirsty Wool in purple Juices dy'd;

Her Mother, whom the Shades of Death confine,

"Was, like her Husband, born of Vulgar Line.

At small Hypapæ though she did reside,

Yet Industry proclaim'd what Birth deny'd,

All Lydia to her Name due Honour pays,

And ev'ry City speaks Aracbnes Praise.

Nymphs of Timolus quit their shady Woods,

Nymphs df Tattolus leave their Golden Floods,

And oft with Pleasure round her gazing stand,

Admire her Work, and praise her artful Hand,

Thej 1 They view each Motion, with new Wonder seiz'd; More than the Work her graceful Manner pleas'd.

Whether raw Wool in its first Orbs (he wound, Or with swift Fingers twirl'd the Spindle round, Whether she pick'd with care the knotty Piece,


Or comb'd like streaky Clouds the stretching
Whether her Needle play'd the Pencil's part;
'Twas plain from Valias she deriv'd her Art.
But Æe, unable to restrain her Pride,
The very Mistress of her Art defy'd. ::, , .
T alias obscures her bright Celestial Grace,
And takes an Old decrepid Beldam's Face.
Her Head is fcatter'd o'er with Silver Hairs,
Which seems to bend beneath a load of Years.
Her trembling Hand, emboss'd \*jth livid Veins,
On trusty Staff her feeble Limbs sustains. •iJ

She thus accosts the Nymph, "Be timely Wife, '< Do not the wholsome Words of Age despise,> "For in the Hoary Head Experience lies. J "On Earth contend the greatest Name to gain; * * To Dallas yield; withHeav'n thou striv'st in vain

Contempt contracts her Brow, her Passions rife, And proud Disdain glares in her rolling Eyes: Enrag'd, the tangling Thread away she throws,


And scarce can curb her threatning Hands from "Worn out with Age, and by Disease declin'd, "(She cries) thy Carcase has furviv'd thy Mind; "These Lectures might thy servile Daughters


"And wary Doctrines for thy Neices prove; "My Counsel's from my self; my Will commands, "And my first Resolution always stands: • "Let Her contend; or does her Fear impart, "That Conquest waits on my superior Art?

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The Goddess strait throws off her old Disguise, And heav'nly Beauty sparkles in her Eyes, A youthful Bloom fills up each wrinkled Trace, And Valias smiles with ev'ry wonted Grace. The Nymphs surpm'd the Deity adore, And Lydidn Dames confess her matchless Pow'r; The Rival Maid alone unmov'd remains, Yet a swift Blush her guilty Features stains; In her unwilling Cheek the Crimson glows. And her check'd Pride a short Confusion knows. So when Aurora first unveils her Eyes, A Purple Dawn invests the blushing Skies, But (bon bright Thœbus gains th'Horizon's height, And gilds the Hemisphere with spreading Light.

Desire os Conquest sways the giddy Maid, To certain Ruin by vain Hopes betray'd,

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