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Book 2. Giv'n up to Envy (for in ev'ry Thought The Thorns, the Venom, and the Vision wrought) Oft did she call on Death, as oft decreed, Rather than see her Sister's Wish succeed, To tell her awful Father what had past: At length before the Door her self she cast; And, sitting on the Ground with sullen Pride, A Passage to the Love-sick God deny'd. The God caress'd, and for Admission pray'd, And sooth'd in softest Words th' invenom'd Maid. In vain he sooth'd; "Begone! the Maid replies, "Or here I keep my Seat, and never rise. "Then keep thy Seat for ever, cries the God, And touch'd the Door, wide-op'ning to his Rod. Fain would she rise, and stop him, but she found Her Trunk too heavy to forsake the Ground; Her Joynts are all benum'd, her Hands are pale, And Marble now appears in ev'ry Nail. As when a Cancer in the Body feeds, And gradual Death from Limb to Limb proceeds; So does the Chilness to each vital Part Spread by degrees, and creeps into her Heart; Till hard'ning ev'ry where, and speechless grown, She sits unmov'd, and freezes to a Stone. But still her envious Hue and sullen Mien Are in the Sedentary Figure seen.

When now the God his Fury had allay'd, And taken Vengeance of the stubborn Maid, From where the bright Athenian Turrets rise He mounts aloft, and re-ascends the Skies. Jove saw him enter the sublime Abodes, And, as he mix'd among the Crowd of Gods, Beckon'd