Arachne paints th' Amours of mighty Jove, How in a Bull the God difguis'd his Love,

A real Bull feems in the Piece to roar,

And real Billows breaking on the Shore:
In fair Europa's Face appears Surprize,
To the retreating Land she turns her Eyes,
And seems to call her Maids, who wond'ring flood,
And with their Tears increas'd the Briny Flood,
Her trembling Feet the by contraction faves
From the rude Infults of the rifing Waves.

Here Am'rous Jove diffolving Leda trod, And in the vig'rous Swan conceal'd the God. Love lends him now an Eagles new Disguise, Beneath his flutt'ring Wings Afteria lies. Here her enliv'ning Colours well express'd How Jove the fair Antiope carefs'd.

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In a strong Satyr's rough-hewn Form he came,
Inftilling Love transports the glowing Dame,

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And lufty Twins reward his nervous Flame.
Here how he footh'd the bright Alcmena's Love,
Who for Amphitryon took th' Impoftor Jove.

And how the God in Golden Show'rs allur'd
The guarded Nymph in brazen Walls immur'd.
How, in a Swain, Mnemofyne 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.

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Here you, great Neptune, with a fhort-liv'd flame
In a young Bull enjoy'd th' Æolian Dame.
Then in Enipeus? Shape Intrigues purfue,'
'Tis thus th' Aloids boaft Defcent from you.
Here to Bifaltis you your Love convey'd,
And as a Ram deceiv'd the yielding Maid.

Ceres,

Ceres, kind Mother of the bounteous Year,

Whose Golden Locks a fheafy Garland bear; And the dread Dame, whofe Head's with Serpents [hung,

From whom the Pegafaan Courfer fprung,

Thee in a fnuffing Stallion's Form enjoy,
Exhaust thy Strength, and ev'ry Nerve employ;
Melantho, as a Dolphin you betray,

And sport in Pleasures on the rolling Sea.
Such juft Proportion graces ev'ry Part,
Nature her felf appears improv'd by Art.
Here in disguise was mighty Phœbus seen
With clownish Afpect, and a rustick Mien;
Again transform'd,he's drefs'd inFaulcon's Plumes,
And now the Lyon's noble Shape affumes;
Now, in a Shepherd's form, with treach❜rous Smiles
He Macareian Iffe's Heart beguiles.
Heré his plump Shape enamour'd Bacchus leaves,
And in the Grape Erigone deceives.

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There Saturn, in a neighing Horse, fhe 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 Tex[ture twine.

Not Pallas, nor ev'n Spleen it felf could blame, The skilful Work of the Maonian Dame; With Grief her vaft Success the Goddess bore, And of CelestialCrimes th'upbraiding Hist❜ry tore. Her boxen Shuttle, now enrag'd, fhe took, And thrice the proud Idmonian A tift ftruck: 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 Despair to Death for Shelter flies. Pallas with Pity faw the fudden deed,

And thus the Virgin's milder Fate decreed.

"Live,

"Live, Impious Rival, mindful of thy Crime, "Sufpended thus to waste thy future time, "This Punishment involves thy num'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 Charm its noxious Pow'r display'd. Like Autumn Leaves fhe sheds her falling Hairs, With these, her Nose, and next her rifing Ears, Her Head to the minutest Substance shrunk,

[Trunk;

And the ftrong Juice contracts her changing Strait to her Sides, her flender Fingers clung,

And there, her nimble Feet, in order hung;

Her bloated Belly fwells to larger fize,

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Which now with smallest Threads her Work fup

The Virgin in the Spider still remains.

And in that Shape her former Art retains.

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