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210 That Signal given they mount her to the Skies, And now beneath her fruitful Tempé lies, Whose Stores she ransacks, then to Crete she flies; There Ossa, Pelion, Othrys, Pindus, all To the fair Ravisher a Booty fall; The Tribute of their Verdure she collects, Nor proud Olympus' Height his Plants protects. Some by the Roots she plucks; the tender Tops Of others with her culling Sickle crops. Nor could the Plunder of the Hills suffice, Down to the humble Vales, and Meads she flies; Apidanus, Amphrysus, the next Rape Sustain, nor could Enipeus' Banks escape; Thro' Beebé's Marsh, and thro' the Border rang'd Whose Pasture Glaucus to a Triton chang'd. Now the Ninth Day, and Ninth successive Night, Had wonder'd at the restless Rover's Flight; Mean while her Dragons, fed with no Repast, But her exhaling Simples od'rous Blast, Their tarnish'd Scales, and wrinkled Skin had cast. At last return'd before her Palace Gate, Quitting her Chariot, on the Ground she sate, The Sky her only Canopy of State. All Conversation with her Sex she fled, Shun'd the Caresses of the Nuptial Bed: Two Altars next of grassy Turf she rears, This Hecats Name, that Youths Inscription bears: With Forest-Boughs, and Vervain these she crown'd; Then delves a double Trench in lower Ground, And sticks a black-fleec'd Ram, that ready stood, And drench'd the Ditches with devoted Blood: New Wine she pours, and Milk from th' Udder warm, With mystick Murmurs to compleat the Charm, And subterranean Deities alarm. To the stern King of Ghosts she next apply'd, And gentle Proserpine, his ravish'd Bride, That