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298 P. OVIDII METAMOR-
Jsfec mora >• letiferam conatur fcindere veftem:
Qua trahitur , trahit ilia cut em > foedumque
relatu,
Aut haeret membris fruftra tent at a rcvellii
Aut laceros artus, €f grandia detegit ojfa.
Ipfte cruor, gelido ceu quondam lamina can-
dens i jo
Tincla lacu, Jlridit> coquiturque ardente ve-
neno.
Jsfec modus eft: forbent avidae praecordia
jlammae
Coeruleusque ftuit toto de corpore Judor:
Ambuftique fonant nervi: caecaque medullis
Tabe liquefactis , tendens ad ftdera pal-
mas 3 175
Cladibus, excUmat, Saturnia ,pafcere noftris:
Pajcere: £f hanc peftem fpeBa, crudelis} ab
alto:
Cor que ferum fatia. vel ftmiferandus & hoftii
(Hoftis enim tibi Jum) dirts cruciatibus aegram,
Invifamque animam» natamque labortbus,
aufer. l8o
2dors mihi mums erit: decet haec dare dona
novercam.
Ergo ego foedantem peregrino templa cruore
Buftrm domm ? ftaevoque alimenta parentis
Antaeo eripui ? nec me pafloris Iberi
Forma triplex nec forma triplex tua, Cer-
bere, mowitl 185
Vosne manus validi prejfftis cornua tauri ?
Vejlrum opus Elis habet, rveftrum Stjmpha-
lides undae,
Partheniumque nemus ? veftra virtute relatus
Thermodontiaco caelatus baltheus auro,
Pomaque ab inftomni male cuftodita draco-
ne? IpO
JSfec mihi Centauri potuere reftftere, nec mi
Arcadiae ruaftator aper ? nec profuit Hydrae
Creftcere per damnum, geminasque reftumere
'vires ?
Quid? cum Thracas equos, humano Jangui-
ne pingues,
Plenaque corporibus lacerispraeftepia vidi, 19 ^
Vifaque dejeci} dominumque ipjosque peremil
His elifta jacet moles Nemeaea lacertis?
Hac coelum cervice tuli ? defejfa jubendo eft
Sae<va Jonjis conjux : ego fum indefejjus agendo.
Sednovapeftis adeft: cui nec virtute refefti, IOO
JSlec telis armisve poteft. pulmonibus errat
Ignis edax imis ,perque omnes pafcitur artus.
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P.OVID'S METAMOR-
Where-e'er he plucks the Veft, the Skin he tears,
The mangled Mufcles, and huge Bones he bares,
(A ghaftful Sight!) or raging with his Pain,
To rend the (ticking Plague he tugs in vain.
As the red Iron hifles in the Flood,
So boils the Venom in his curdling Blood.
Now with the greedy Flame his Entrails glow,
And livid Sweats down all his Body flow j
The cracking Nerves burnt up are burn: in twain,
The lurking Venom melts his fwimming Brain.
Then, lifting both his Hands aloft, he cries,
„ Glut thy Revenge, dread Emprefs of the Skies;
„ Sate with my Death the Rancour of thy Heart,
„ Look down with Pleafure, and enjoy my Smart.
„ Or, if e'er Pity mov'd a hoftile Breaft,
„ (For here I ftand thy Enemy profeft)
Take hence this hateful Life, with Tortures torn,
„ Inur'd to Trouble, and to Labours born.
„ Death is the Gift moft welcome to my Wo,
,, And fuch a Gift a Step-dame may beftow.
„ Was it for this Bujiris was fubdu'd,
„ Whofe barb'rous Temples reek'd with Stranger's
Blood ?
„ Prefs'd in thefe Arms his Fate Antaus found,
Nor gain'd recruited Vigour from the Ground.
Did I not triple-form'd Geryon fell ?
Or did I fear the triple Dog of Hell ?
Did not thefe Hands the Bull's arm'd Forehead
hold ?
,, Are not our mighty Toils in Elis told ?
„ Do not Stymphalian Lakes proclaim thy Fame?
„ And fair Parthenian Woods refound thy Name ?
Who feiz'd the golden Belt of Thermodon ?
And who the Dragon-garded Apples won ?
Could the fierce Centaur's Strength my Force
with-ftand,
Or the fell Boar that fpoil'd th' Arcadian Land?
Did not thefe Arms the Hydras Rage fubdue,
Who from his Wounds to double Fury grew ?
What if the Thracian Horfes, fat with Gore,
Who human Bodies in their Mangers tore,
„ I (aw , and with their barb'rous Lord o'erthrew?
„ What if thefe Hands Nemaa's Lion flew ?
, Did not this Neck the heav'nly Globe fuftain?
The Female Partner of the Thunderer's Reign
Fatigu'd at length fuipends her harfli Commands,
Yet no Fatigue hath flack'd thefe valiant Hands.
But now new Plagues purfue me, neither Forcea
}3 Nor Arms , nor Darts can flop their raging
Courfe.
3) Devouring Flame thro' my rack'd Entrails
ftrays,
„ And on my Lungs and flirivel'd Mufcles preys.
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Jsfec mora >• letiferam conatur fcindere veftem:
Qua trahitur , trahit ilia cut em > foedumque
relatu,
Aut haeret membris fruftra tent at a rcvellii
Aut laceros artus, €f grandia detegit ojfa.
Ipfte cruor, gelido ceu quondam lamina can-
dens i jo
Tincla lacu, Jlridit> coquiturque ardente ve-
neno.
Jsfec modus eft: forbent avidae praecordia
jlammae
Coeruleusque ftuit toto de corpore Judor:
Ambuftique fonant nervi: caecaque medullis
Tabe liquefactis , tendens ad ftdera pal-
mas 3 175
Cladibus, excUmat, Saturnia ,pafcere noftris:
Pajcere: £f hanc peftem fpeBa, crudelis} ab
alto:
Cor que ferum fatia. vel ftmiferandus & hoftii
(Hoftis enim tibi Jum) dirts cruciatibus aegram,
Invifamque animam» natamque labortbus,
aufer. l8o
2dors mihi mums erit: decet haec dare dona
novercam.
Ergo ego foedantem peregrino templa cruore
Buftrm domm ? ftaevoque alimenta parentis
Antaeo eripui ? nec me pafloris Iberi
Forma triplex nec forma triplex tua, Cer-
bere, mowitl 185
Vosne manus validi prejfftis cornua tauri ?
Vejlrum opus Elis habet, rveftrum Stjmpha-
lides undae,
Partheniumque nemus ? veftra virtute relatus
Thermodontiaco caelatus baltheus auro,
Pomaque ab inftomni male cuftodita draco-
ne? IpO
JSfec mihi Centauri potuere reftftere, nec mi
Arcadiae ruaftator aper ? nec profuit Hydrae
Creftcere per damnum, geminasque reftumere
'vires ?
Quid? cum Thracas equos, humano Jangui-
ne pingues,
Plenaque corporibus lacerispraeftepia vidi, 19 ^
Vifaque dejeci} dominumque ipjosque peremil
His elifta jacet moles Nemeaea lacertis?
Hac coelum cervice tuli ? defejfa jubendo eft
Sae<va Jonjis conjux : ego fum indefejjus agendo.
Sednovapeftis adeft: cui nec virtute refefti, IOO
JSlec telis armisve poteft. pulmonibus errat
Ignis edax imis ,perque omnes pafcitur artus.
At
P.OVID'S METAMOR-
Where-e'er he plucks the Veft, the Skin he tears,
The mangled Mufcles, and huge Bones he bares,
(A ghaftful Sight!) or raging with his Pain,
To rend the (ticking Plague he tugs in vain.
As the red Iron hifles in the Flood,
So boils the Venom in his curdling Blood.
Now with the greedy Flame his Entrails glow,
And livid Sweats down all his Body flow j
The cracking Nerves burnt up are burn: in twain,
The lurking Venom melts his fwimming Brain.
Then, lifting both his Hands aloft, he cries,
„ Glut thy Revenge, dread Emprefs of the Skies;
„ Sate with my Death the Rancour of thy Heart,
„ Look down with Pleafure, and enjoy my Smart.
„ Or, if e'er Pity mov'd a hoftile Breaft,
„ (For here I ftand thy Enemy profeft)
Take hence this hateful Life, with Tortures torn,
„ Inur'd to Trouble, and to Labours born.
„ Death is the Gift moft welcome to my Wo,
,, And fuch a Gift a Step-dame may beftow.
„ Was it for this Bujiris was fubdu'd,
„ Whofe barb'rous Temples reek'd with Stranger's
Blood ?
„ Prefs'd in thefe Arms his Fate Antaus found,
Nor gain'd recruited Vigour from the Ground.
Did I not triple-form'd Geryon fell ?
Or did I fear the triple Dog of Hell ?
Did not thefe Hands the Bull's arm'd Forehead
hold ?
,, Are not our mighty Toils in Elis told ?
„ Do not Stymphalian Lakes proclaim thy Fame?
„ And fair Parthenian Woods refound thy Name ?
Who feiz'd the golden Belt of Thermodon ?
And who the Dragon-garded Apples won ?
Could the fierce Centaur's Strength my Force
with-ftand,
Or the fell Boar that fpoil'd th' Arcadian Land?
Did not thefe Arms the Hydras Rage fubdue,
Who from his Wounds to double Fury grew ?
What if the Thracian Horfes, fat with Gore,
Who human Bodies in their Mangers tore,
„ I (aw , and with their barb'rous Lord o'erthrew?
„ What if thefe Hands Nemaa's Lion flew ?
, Did not this Neck the heav'nly Globe fuftain?
The Female Partner of the Thunderer's Reign
Fatigu'd at length fuipends her harfli Commands,
Yet no Fatigue hath flack'd thefe valiant Hands.
But now new Plagues purfue me, neither Forcea
}3 Nor Arms , nor Darts can flop their raging
Courfe.
3) Devouring Flame thro' my rack'd Entrails
ftrays,
„ And on my Lungs and flirivel'd Mufcles preys.
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