104 MOTES AN.U 



Whether palladian looms before thee spread 

 Maeonian gold and nice arachne's thread j 

 Or dancing dryads, and Diana's maids 

 Thou join, thyself a Dian ; and the glades 

 Of fair Prochy tes and thy native place 

 Behold thee quiver-arm'd pursue the chase j 

 Or from thy palace of Dicliarcus view 

 The playful gambols of the nereid-crew. 

 Nor will thy generous soul the attempt refuse 

 Of an unbidden and a grateful muse. 

 For future ages shall rejoice to see 

 Sannazar's verses pay respect to thee. 

 If but Apollo and his tuneful nine 

 Shall waft me smoothly o'er the level brine, 

 Our names and friendship shall survive decay ; 

 But Dorylas recites, and we must hear his lay. 



DORYLAS. 



Herpylis, of the Euboic sisters one, 

 Had to Sebethos' watery surface gone ; 

 Herpylis, who as Al con's pupil shone 

 Alcon to Phoebus and the muses known. 

 Her sister too concurring in the thought 

 Of efforts joint, her working-basket brought. 

 With locks dishevell'd and her left foot bare 

 She mutters long, and thus accosts the air 



Construct an altar, roscid lymph obtain, 

 And hoary wormwood cropp'd on yonder plain. 

 Him, Him, my magic spells shall scorch and tear, 

 Who drove a wretched damsel to despair. 

 Revolve thou wheel, my bands pursue your race, 

 And whirl o spindle with a hurried pace. 



My brazen rhomb hcemonian arts shall try, 

 Dispel the rains and clear the clouded sky ; 

 Such power it hath, and such its wondrous sway, 

 It draws the quivering fishes forth to day. 

 Revolve thou wheel, my bands pursue your racr-, 

 And whirl o spindle with a hurried pacp 



