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170 Next she design'd Asteria's fabled Rape, When Jove assum'd a soaring Eagle's Shape: And shew'd how Leda lay supinely press'd, Whilst the soft snowy Swan sate hov'ring o'er her Breast. How in a Satyr's Form the God beguil'd, When fair Antiope with Twins he fill'd. Then, like Amphytrion, but a real Jove In fair Alcmena's Arms he cool'd his Love. In fluid Gold to Danae's Heart he came, Ægina felt him in a lambent Flame. He took Mnemosynè in Shepherd's Make, And for Dëois was a speckled Snake. She made thee, Neptune, like a wanton Steer, Pacing the Meads for Love of Arnè dear; Next like a Stream, thy burning Flame to slake, And like a Ram, for fair Bisaltis' sake. Then Ceres in a Steed your Vigour try'd, Nor cou'd the Mare the yellow Goddess hide. Next to a Fowl transform'd, you won by Force The Snake-hair'd Mother of the winged Horse; And, in a Dolphin's fishy Form, subdu'd Melantho sweet beneath the oozy Flood. All these the Maid with lively Features drew, And open'd proper Landskips to the View. There Phœbus, roving like a Country Swain, Attunes his jolly Pipe along the Plain; For lovely Isse's sake in Shepherd's Weeds, O'er Pastures green his bleating Flock he feeds. There Bacchus, imag'd like the clust'ring Grape. Melting bedrops Erigonè's fair Lap; And there old Saturn, stung with youthful Heat, Form'd like a Stallion, rushes to the Fate. Fresh Flow'rs, which Twists of Ivy intertwine, Mingling a running Foliage, close the neat Design. This the bright Goddess, passionately mov'd, With Envy saw, yet inwardly approv'd. The