Ovidius Naso, Publius; Picart, Bernard [Ill.]; Banier, Antoine [Comm.]: Ovid's Metamorphoses In Latin And English: [Two Volumes] (Band 2) (Amsterdam, 1732)

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Quo folet & niveae vultum confundere
Lunae,

Et patrio capiti bibulas fubtexere nubes.
Turn quoque cant at 0 denfetur carmine coelum,
Et nebulas exhalat humus > caecisque vagan-

tur 370
Limitibus comites > & abejjt cufiodia regi.
JSfacla locum tempusque,per 0 tua lumina, dixit
Quae me a ceperunt, per que banc , pulcherri-

me, formam.
Quae facit, ut fupplex tibi fim Dea, confule

nojiris

Ignibus > & focerum, qui pervidet omnia, So-
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Accipe: nec durus Titanida defpice Circen.

Dixerat: ille ferox ipfamque precesque repellit:

Et j Quaecumque es, ait, non fum tuus:
altera captum

[Me tenet >• teneat per longum 3 comprecor
aevum.

JSfec Venere externa focialia foedera lae~
dam, 380

Dum mihi Janigenam fervabunt fata Ca-
nentem.

Saepe retentatis precibus Titania fmflra,
Non impuneferes, nequeenim reddere Canenti:
Laefaque quid faciat, quid amans, quidfe-

mina, difces
Rebus, ait: fed amans, & laefa , & femina

Circe. 385
'Turn bis ad occafum, bis fe convertit ad ortum:
^er jwvenem baculo tetigit: tria carmina

dixit.

Ille fugit} fefe folito velocius ipfe
Currere miratus, pennas in corpore *vidit:
Seque no<vam fubito Latiis accedere fihis 390
Indignatus avem, duro fera robora roflro
Fifiti & iratus lomis dat <vulnera ramis.
Vurpureum chlamydis pennae traxere color em.
Fibula quod fuerat, veflemque momorderat
aurum ;

Tluma fit: fuho cervix praecingitur au-

r ., 395

JSlec qmdquam antiqui Fico, nifi nomina,
reflat.

Interea comites clamato faepe per agros
Nequicquam Pico, nullaque in parte reperto,
Inveniunt Circen, (namjam tenua%ierat aurasi
Taffaque erat nebulas vent is acjole refohi) ^00
Criminibusque premunt veris, regemque re-
pofcunt, Vimque

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P. OVID'S MET AMOR-

Such as can veil the Moon's more feeble Fire,
Or ihade the Golden Luftre of her Sire.
In filthy Fogs fhe hides the chearful Noon j
The Guard at Diftance, and the Youth
alone,

By thofe fair Eyes, fhe cries, and ev'ry Grace
That finifli all the Wonders of your Face,
O ! I conjure thee, hear a Queen complain,
Nor let the Sun's foft Lineage fue in vain.
„ Who-e'er thou art, reply'd the King, for-
bear,

None can my Paffion with my Canens lliare.
She firft my ev'ry tender Wiih pofleft,
And found the foft Approaches to my Breaft.
In Nuptials bleft, each loofe Defire we lhun,
Nor Time can end, what Innocence begun.
Think not, lhe cry'd , to faunter out a
Life

Of Form , with that domeftic Drudge , a

Wife;

My juft Revenge, dull Fool, e're long fhallj

fhow

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What Ills we Women , if refus'd, can do: j
Think me a Woman, and a Lover too.
From dear fuccefsful Spight we hope for Eafe
Nor fail to Punifli, where we fail to Pleafe.
„ Now twice to Eaft lhe turns , as oft to
Weft;

Thrice waves her Wand , as oft a Charm
expreft.

On the loft Youth her magick Pow'r fiie tries;
Aloft he fprings, and wonders how he flies.
On painted Plumes the Woods he fecks, and

m\

The Monarch Oak he pierces with his Bill.
Thus chang'd, no more o'er Latian Lands he
reigns;

Of Picus nothing but the Name remains.
„ The Winds from drilling Damps now purge
the Air,

The Miff fubfides, the fettling Skies are fair:
The Court their Sov'reign feek with Arms in
Hand,

They threaten Circe, and their Lord demand.
Quick flie invokes the Spirits of the Air, }
And twilight Elves, that on dun Wings repair>
To Charnels, and th' unhallow'd Sepulcher. \

„ Now,