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Book 7. But with herself she kindly did confer, What Gifts the Goddess had bestow'd on her; The fleetest Grey-hound, with his lovely Dart, And I of both have Wonders to impart. Near Thebes a Savage Beast, of Race unknown, Laid waste the Field, and bore the Vineyards down; The Swains fled from him, and with one Consent Our Grecian Youth to chase the Monster went; More swift than Light'ning he the Toils surpast, And in his Course Spears, Men, and Trees o'er-cast. We slipt our Dogs, and last my Lelaps too, When none of all the mortal Race wou'd do: He long before was struggling from my Hands, And, e're we cou'd unloose him, broke his Bands. That Minute where he was, we cou'd not find, And only saw the Dust he left behind. I climb'd a neighb'ring Hill to view the Chase, While in the Plain they held an equal Race; The Savage now seems caught, and now by Force To quit himself, nor holds the same strait Course; But running counter, from the Foe withdraws, And with short Turning cheats his gaping Jaws: Which he retrieves, and still so closely prest, You'd fear at ev'ry Stretch he were possess'd; Yet for the Gripe his Fangs in vain prepare, The Game shoots from him, and he chops the Air. To cast my Jav'lin then I took my Stand; But as the Thongs were fitting to my Hand, While to the Valley I o'er-look'd the Wood, Before my Eyes two Marble Statues stood; That, as pursu'd, appearing at full Stretch, This barking after, and at point to catch: Some God their Course did with this Wonder grace, That neither might be conquer'd in the Chase. A sudden Silence here his Tongue supprest, He here stops short, and fain wou'd wave the rest. Rh