his last resource, he distant flung
"One of the tree's bright produce. In amaze
"The virgin saw it roll; and from the course
"Swerv'd, tempted to obtain the glittering fruit.
"Hippomenes o'ershoots her; all around
"Applauses ring. She soon corrects delay,
"And wasted moments, with more rapid speed,
"And leaves again the youth behind. Again,
"Delay'd to catch the second flying fruit,
"The youth is follow'd, and again o'erpass'd.
"Now near the goal they come,--O, goddess! now
"Who gave the boon assist; he said, and flung
"With youthful force obliquely o'er the plain,
"More to detain, the last bright glittering gold.
"In doubt the virgin saw it fly: I urg'd
"That she should follow; and fresh weight I gave
"The apple when obtain'd; thus by the load
"Her course impeding, and obtain'd delay.
"But lest my tale, in length surpass the race,
"The vanquish'd virgin was the victor's prize.

"Think'st thou Adonis, did I not deserve
"Most grateful thanks in smoking incense paid?
"Mindless, nor thanks, nor incense yielded he;
"And sudden anger in my bosom rag'd.
"Irk'd at the slight, I instantly provide
"That future times with less contempt behave:
"And 'gainst them both my raging bosom burns.
"Now pass'd they near a temple, long since rais'd
"By fam'd Echion, in a shady wood,
"To the great mother of the heavenly gods,
"When the long journey tempted to repose;
"And there, inspir'd by me, ill-tim'd desire
"Hippomenes excited. Near the fane
"A cave-like close recess dim-lighted stood,
"With native pumice roof'd, hallow'd of old;
"Where priests the numerous images had plac'd,
"Of ancient deities. They enter'd here,
"And with forbidden lust the place defil'd.
"The wooden images their eyes avert:
"The tower-crown'd goddess dubious stands to plunge,
"The guilty couple in the Stygian wave.
"Too light that sentence seems: straight yellow manes
"Cover their soft smooth necks; their fingers curve
"To mighty claws; their arms to fore-legs turn;
"And new-form'd tails sweep lightly o'er the sand:
"Angry their countenance glares; for speech they roar;
"They haunt the forests for their nuptial dome.
"Transform'd to lions, and by others fear'd,
"Their tam'd mouths champ the Cybeleian reins.
"Do thou, O dearest boy! their rage avoid;
"Not theirs alone, but all the savage tribe,
"That stubborn meet with breasts the furious war;
"Not