Whether the stile of Titan please thee more,
Whose purple rays th’Achæmenes adore ;
Or great Ofiris, who first taught the swain
In Pharian fields to low the golden grain ; 860
Or Mitra, to whose beams the Persian bows,
And pays, in hollow rocks, his awful vows ;
Mitra, whose head the blaze of light adorns,
Who grasps the struggling heifer's lunar horns.

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ARB ORE M.

D IXIT: et, admonitu veteris commota

ministrae, Ingemuit; quam fic nurus est adfata dolentem: Te tamen, o genitrix, alienae sanguine vestro Rapta movet facies. quid fi tibi mira fororis Fata meae referam ? quamquam lacrymaeque do

lorque Impediunt, prohibentque loqui. fuit unica matri (Me pater ex alia genuit) notissima forma 10 Oechalidum Dryope: quam virginitate carentem, Vimque Dei paffam, Delphos Delonque tenentis,

CHE said, and for her loft Galanthis fighs, min D When the fair Consort of her son replies.

Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan,
And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own,
Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate 5
A nearer woe, a sister's stranger fate.
No nymph of all Oechalia could compare
For beauteous form with Dryope the fair,
Her tender mother's only hope and pride,
(Myself the offspring of a second bride.) 10
This Nymph compress’d by him who rules the day,
Whom Delphi and the Delian isle obey,