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Haec ubi nequicquam formas Deus aptus in
omnes, Edidit; in juvenem rediit: et anilia demit Instrumenta fibi : talisque adparuit illi, Qualis ubi oppositas nitidifsima solis imago 115 Evicit nubes, nullaque obstante reluxit. Vimque parat: sed vi non est opus ; inque figura Capta Dei Nympha est, et mutua vulnera sentit,
This when the various God had urg'd in vain, He straight assum'd his native form again; Such, and so bright an aspect now he bears, As when thro’clouds th’emerging fun appears, 115 And thence exerting his refulgent ray, Difpels the darkness, and reveals the day. Force he prepar’d, but check’d the rash design; For when, appearing in a form divine, .119 The Nymph surveys him, and beholds the grace Of charming features, and a youthful face ! In her soft breast consenting passions move, And the warm maid confess’d a mutual love.