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160 In the cool Rivulet my Feet I dipt, Then waded to the Knee, and then I stript; My Robe I careless on an Osier threw, That near the Place commodiously grew; Nor long upon the Border naked stood, But plung'd with Speed into the Silver Flood. My Arms a thousand ways I mov'd, and try'd To quicken, if I cou'd, the lazy Tide; Where while I play'd my swimming Gambols o'er, I heard a murm'ring Voice, and frighted sprung to Shore. Oh! whither, Arethusa dost thou fly? From the Brook's Bottom did Alpheus cry; Again, I heard him, in a hollow Tone, Oh! whither, Arethusa, dost thou run? Naked I flew, nor cou'd I stay to hide My Limbs, my Robe was on the other Side; Alpheus follow'd fast, th' inflaming Sight Quicken'd his Speed, and Made his Labour light; He sees me ready for his eager Arms, And with a greedy Glance devours my Charms. As trembling Doves from pressing Danger fly, When the fierce Hawk comes sousing from the Sky; And, as fierce Hawks the trembling Doves pursue, From him I fled, and after me he flew. First by Orchemenus I took my Flight, And soon had Psophis and Cyllene in Sight; Behind me then high Mænalus I lost, And craggy Erimanthus scal'd with Frost; Elis was next; thus far the Ground I trod With nimble Feet before the distanc'd God. But here I lagg'd, unable to sustain The labour longer, and my Flight maintain; While he more strong, more patient of the Toil, And fir'd with Hopes of Beauty's speedy Spoil, Gain'd my lost Ground, and by redoubled Pace.Pace, [sic] Now left between us but a narrow Space. Un-