And while he fighs, his ill fuccefs to find,
The tender Canes were fhaken by the Wind;
And breath'd a mournful Air, unheard before;
That much furprizing Pan, yet pleas'd him mores
Admiring this new Mufick, Thou, he said,
Who canst not be the Partner of my Bed,
At least shalt be the Confort of my Mind;
And often, often, to my Lips be join'd.

He form'd the Reeds, proportion'd as they are:
Unequal in their Length, and wax'd with Care,
They ftill retain the Name of his Ungrateful Fair.
While Hermes pip'd, and fung, and told his Tale,
The Keeper's winking Eyes began to fail,
And drowsy Slumber on the Lids to creep;
"Till all the Watchman was at length asleep.
Then foon the God his Voice and Song supprest ;
And with his pow'rful Rod confirm'd his Reft:
Without delay his crooked Falchion drew,
And at one fatal Stroke the Keeper flew..
Down from the Rock fell the diffever'd Head,
Opening its Eyes in Death, and falling bled;
And mark'd the Paffage with a crimson Trail:
Thus Argus lies in pieces, cold and pale;
And all his hundred Eyes, with all their Light,
Are clos'd at once, in one perpetual Night.
These Juno takes, that they no more may fail,
And spreads them in her Peacock's gaudy Tail..
Impatient to revenge her injur'd Bed,

She wreaks her Anger on her Rival's Head;
With Furies frights her from her Native Home,
And drives her gadding, round the World to roam:
Nor ceas'd her Madness, and her Flight, before
She touch'd the Limits of the Pharian Shore..

At length, arriving on the Banks of Nile,

Wearied with Length of Ways, and worn with Toil, She laid her down; and leaning on her Knees, Invok'd the Cause of all her Miseries :

And caft her languishing Regards above,

For Help from Heav'n, and her ungrateful Jove.
She figh'd, fhe wept, she low'd; 'twas all she cou'd ;
And with Unkindness seem'd to tax the God.
Laft, with an humble Pray'r, the begg'd Repose,
Or Death at least, to finish all her Woes.
Jove heard her Vows, and, with a flatt'ring Look,
In her behalf to jealous Juno fpoke.

He caft his Arms about her Neck, and faid:
Dame, reft fecure; no more thy Nuptial Bed
This Nymph fhall violate; by Styx I swear,
And every Oath that binds the Thunderer.
The Goddess was appeas'd; and at the Word:
Was Io to her former Shape reftor'd.
The rugged Hair began to fall away;
The Sweetness of her Eyes did only stay,

Tho' not fo large; her crooked Horns decrease ;
The Wideness of her Jaws and Noftrils ceafe:
Her Hoofs to Hands return, in little space;
The five long taper Fingers take their place
And nothing of the Heifer now is feen,
Befide the native Whiteness of the Skin..
Erected on her Feet she walks again,
And Two the Duty of the Four sustain.
She tries her Tongue, her filence foftly breaks,
And fears her former Lowings when the speaks:
A Goddess now through all th' Egyptian State;
And ferv'd by Priests, who in white Linen wait.
Her Son was Epaphus, at length believ'd
The Son of Jove, and as a God receiv'd.

With Sacrifice ador'd, and publick Pray'rs,
He common Temples with his Mother shares.
Equal in Years, and Rival in Renown
With Epaphus, the youthful Phaeton,

Like Honour claims, and boasts his Sire the Sun.
His haughty Looks, and his affuming Air,
The Son of Ifis could no longer bear :

Thou tak'ft thy Mother's Word too far, said he,
And haft ufurp'd thy boasted Pedigree.

Go, base Pretender to a borrow'd Name.

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Thus tax'd, he blufh'd with Anger, and with Shame;
But Shame reprefs'd his Rage: the daunted Youth
Soon feeks his Mother, and enquires the Truth:
Mother, faid he, this Infamy was thrown

By Epaphus on you, and me your Son.
He spoke in publick, told it to my Face;
Nor durft I vindicate the dire Difgrace:
Even I, the bold, the fenfible of Wrong,
Reftrain'd by Shame, was forc'd to hold my Tongue.
To hear an open Slander, is a Curfe :
But not to find an Answer, is a worse.
If I am Heav'n-begot, affert your Son

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By fome fure Sign; and make my Father known,
To right my Honour, and redeem your own.
He faid, and faying caft his Arms about
Her Neck, and begg'd her to refolve the Doubt.
'Tis hard to judge if Clymené were mov'd
More by his Pray'r, whom the fo dearly lov'd,
Or more with Fury fir'd, to find her Name
Traduc'd, and made the Sport of common Fame.
She stretch'd her Arms to Heav'n, and fix'd her Eyes
On that fair Planet that adorns the Skies ;
Now by those Beams, said she, whofe holy Fires
Confume my Breast, and kindle my Defires;

By

By him, who fees us both, and chears our Sight,.
By him, the publick Minifter of Light,
I fwear that Sun begot thee; if I lye,
Let him his chearful Influence deny :
Let him no more this perjur'd Creature fee,
And shine on all the World but only me.
If ftill you doubt your Mother's Innocence,
His Eaftern Manfion is not far from hence:
With little Pains you to his Levee go,
And from himself your Parentage may know,
With joy th' ambitious Youth his Mother heard,
And eager for the Journey foon prepar'd.
He longs the World beneath him to survey;
To guide the Chariot, and to give the Day:
From Meroe's burning Sands he bends his Course,
Nor lefs in India feels his Father's Force;
His Travel urging, till he came in fight,
And faw the Palace by the Purple Light..

The Fable of IP HIS and IAN THE..

From the ninth Book of

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

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He Fame of this, perhaps, thro' Crete had flown But Crete had newer Wonders of her own, In Iphis chang'd; For near the Gnofian Bounds, (As loud Report the Miracle resounds) At Phafus dwelt a Man of honeft Blood, But meanly born, and not so rich as good; Efteem'd, and lov'd by all the Neighbourhood: Who to his Wife, before the Time affign'd For Child-birth came, thus bluntly spoke his Mind.

If Heav'n, faid Lygdus, will vouchsafe to hear,
I have but two Petitions to prefer ;

Short Pains for thee, for me a Son and Heir.
Girls coft as many Throes in bringing forth;
Befide, when born, the Tits are little worth ;,
Weak puling things, unable to fuftain
Their Share of Labour, and their Bread to gain.
If, therefore, thou a Creature fhalt produce,
Of fo great Charges, and fo little Ufe,
(Bear Witness, Heav'n, with what Reluctancy)
Her hapless Innocence I doom to die.

He faid, and Tears the common Grief display,
Of him who bad, and her who must obey.
Yet Telethufa ftill perfifts, to find
Fit Arguments to move a Father's Mind ;.
T'extend his Wishes to a larger Scope,
And in one Veffel not confine his Hope.
Lygdus continues hard: Her Time drew near,
And the her heavy Load could fcarcely bear;
When flumbring, in the latter Shades of Night,
Before th' Approaches of returning Light,
She faw, or thought she saw, before her Bed,
A glorious Train, and Ifis at their Head :
Her moony Horns were on her Forehead plac'd,
And yellow Sheaves her fhining Temples grac'd:
A Mitre, for a Crown, fhe wore on high;
The Dog, and dappl❜d Bull were waiting by ;
Ofiris, fought along the Banks of Nile;
The Silent God; the facred Crocodile ;
And, laft, a long Proceffion moving on,
With Timbrels, that affift the lab'ring Moon.
Her Slumbers feem'd difpell'd, and, broad awake,.
She heard a Voice, that thus diftinctly spake.

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