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152 O'er Lakes he whirls his flying Wheels, and comes To the Palici breathing sulph'rous Fumes. And thence to where the Bacchiads of Renown Between unequal Heavens built their Town; Where Arethusa, round th' imprison'd Sea, Extends her crooked Coast to Cyanè; The Nymph who gave the neighb'ring Lake a Name, Of all Sicilian Nymphs the first in Fame, She from the Waves advanc'd her beauteous Head, The Goddess knew, and thus to Pluto said; Farther thou shalt not with the Virgin run; Ceres unwilling, canst thou be her Son? The Maid shou'd be by sweet Perswasion won. Force suits not with the Softness of the Fair; For, if great Things with small I may compare, Me Anapis once lov'd; a milder Course He took, and won me by his Words, not Force. Then, stretching out her Arms, she stopt his Way; But he impatient of the shortest Stay, Throws to his dreadful Steeds the slacken'd Rein, And strikes his Iron Sceptre thro' the Main; The Depths profound thro' yielding Waves he cleaves, And to Hell's Center a free Passage leaves; Down sinks his Chariot, and his Realms of Night The God soon reaches with a rapid Flight.

But still does Cyanè the Rape bemoan, And with the Goddess' Wrongs laments her own; For the stoln Maid, and for her injur'd Spring, Time to her Trouble no Relief can bring. In her sad Heart a heavy Load she bears, Till the dumb Sorrow turns her all to Tears. Her mingling Waters with that Fountain pass, Of which she late immortal Goddess was. Her