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ΥΑκινθίνη με ραβδω
Χαλεπώς "Έρως βαδίζον7' 'Εκέλυσε συνlevχάζαν"
VER. 15. The Queen, who gives soft Wibes Birth.] Cicero reckons up 'four Venus's; the first, the Daughter of Cælum; the second, Cupid's Mother, who sprung from the Foam of the Sea ; the third, Jupiter and Dione's Daughter, who marry'd Vulcan; and the fourth, Tyr, or Aftarte, who was the Wife of Adonis.
VER. 16. With Comus, God of feftal Mirth.] Comus was the God of Revelling : Philostratus, in his third Book of Pictures, represents him young and handsome, red-fac'd by drinking, with a lighted Flambeau in his Hand, which he holds to the Ground as if to burn his Legs with it: He is wreath'd with Flowers, and furrounded with Feastings and Pleasures.
The Queen who gives soft Wishes Birth,
OVE's awful God, fair Venus' Son,
Compelld me once with him to run. His Hand a Whip of Hyacinths grac'd, With which he urgʻd my tim'rous Hafte.
VÉR. 3. His Hand a Whip of Hyacinths grai’d.] The Hyacinth is. fabled to have sprung from the Blood of Hyacinthus the Son of Amyclas, who was belov'd by Apollo, and Nain by him as they were playing together at Coits, thro' the Jealousy of Zephyrus, who blew the Coit of Apollo at Hyacinth's Head, to revenge the Slights he had received from him. 'Yaxov@hin ød odG, will also fignify a Wand of a Purple or Hyacinthian Colour.
The Design of the Poet is to shew us the irresistible Nature of Love, who can force Obedience with the slightest Weapons, a Flower being as potent in his Hand as a Bow and Arrows. A late celebrated Writer of our own has apply'd this Truth in the following elegant
Δια τ’ οξέων μ' αναόρων,
Ό ' "Έρως μέτωπα σείων
Ω Δ Η
Flavia the leaft and flightest Toy
VER. 7 & 8. 'Till midst our Flight, a Serpent's Sting
Set all my trembling Soul or Wing.] His being kung by the Serpent, was to punish him for his Insensibility. To contend with Love, is nothing but Vanity and Self-Torture. VER, 11 & 12. How long must I reprove ?
When will you, Rebel, learn to live ! ] By this Expression Cupid would intimate, that if he had
Away we cours'd, thro’ foaming Floods,
And cry'd, How long must I reprove? ; When will you, Rebel, learn to love!
submitted sooner, he should have suffered less. And the
Mr. Longepierre quotes an ancient Epigram in his Re-
Carpebam, & fonino lumina vieta dabam :
Excitat, & lacerum pervigilare jubet.
Solus, Io, folus dure jacere potes?
Omne iter impedio, nullum iter expedio.
Pænitet ; & pudor eft ftare via media.
Solus ego ex cunétis paveo fomnumque torumque,
Et sequor imperium, fæve Cupido, tuum. With softest Down, and softer Silence blest, I just began to welcome balmy Reft ; When cruel Love the Joys of Sleep deny'd,
, : And pull'd my Hair, and thus upbraiding cry'd. Thou figh'ft to make a thousand Nymphs thy own, And dar'it thou, Rebel, dar'it thou lie alone ? In Haste I rise, half-dreit, and bare-foot run A thousand different Ways, pursuing none.