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Whether the style of Titan please thee more,
Whose purple rays th' Achæmenes adore;
Or great Ofiris, who first taught the swain
In Pharian fields, to sow the golden grain;
Or Mitra, to whose beam the Perfian 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.

THE

FABLE

OF

DRYOPE.

From the NINTH Book of

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

DRYOPE

IN

ARBOREM.

D

IXIT: et, admonitu veteris commota mi

niftrae, Ingemuit; quam fic nurus eft adfata dolentem : Te tamen, o genitrix, alienae sanguine veftro Rapta movet facies. quid fi tibi mira fororis Fata meae referam? quanquam lacrymaeque dolor

que

Impediunt, prohibentque loqui. fuit unica matri
(Me pater ex alia genuit) notiffima formâ
Oechalidum Dryope: quam virginitate carentem,
Vimque Dei paffam, Delphos Delonque tenentis,
Excipit Andraemon; et habetur conjuge felix.

NOTES.

10

DRYOPE.] Upon the Occafion of the Death of Hercules, his Mother Alcmena recounts her misfortunes to Iole, who answers THE

:

FABLE

OF

DRYOPE.

S

HE faid, and for her loft Galanthis fighs,

When the fair Confort of her fon replies.
Since you a fervant's ravish'd form bemoan,
And kindly figh for forrows not your own;
Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate
A nearer woe, a fister's stranger fate.

5

No Nymph of all Oechalia could compare

For beauteous form with Dryope the fair,

10

Her tender mother's only hope and pride,
(Myself the offspring of a second bride.)
This Nymph compress'd by him who rules the day,
Whom Delphi and the Delian ifle obey,
Andræmon lov'd; and, bless'd in all those charms
That pleas'd a God, fucceeded to her arms.