rion was flain by his Brothers, who drowned his Son Helius in the Nile. But there was no King of Egypt who conquer'd Ethiopia, before Ammon the Father of Ofiris; and therefore Hyperion was Ofiris, and Helius was the fame with Orus, the Grandson of Ammon, and the Apollo of the Greeks; for Helius is the Greek Name for Apollo. Paufanias likewife informs us, that his Worship came originally from Egypt; for he tells us, that one Antoninus, a Roman Senator, built a Temple at Epidaurus, to Apollo and Efculapius, Egyptian Gods. He was figur'd with a Harp, to denote his Skill in Mufick and Poetry ; and with a Bow and Arrows, to fignify the Rays of the Sun, of which he was the God. Anacreon calls him Daphne-crown'd Apollo, because, when Daphne the Daughter of Peneus, a River-God, efcap'd his amorous Purfuit, by being chang'd into a Laurel, he confecrated that Tree to himself; as Ovid tells us, in his Relation of that Metamorphofe. Cui Deus: At quoniam conjux mea non potes esse, 3 Me Bacchus fires, he fwells each Vein, Gay Odours charm my raptur'd Brain; Beauty forbids her Slave to figh, And I'll be mad, stark mad with Joy. 1 ODE Te coma, te Cithara, te noftræ, Laure, Pharetra. To whom the God. Because thou canst not be My Mistress, I espouse thee for my Tree: Dryden. VER. 12. And I'll be mad, ftark mad with Joy.] Horace has exprefs'd himself in the fame manner, recepto Dulce mihi furere eft amico. I must be mad, "Tis decent at the Welcome of a Friend. And in another Place, Dulce eft defipere in loco. A well-tim❜d Madness is our chiefeft Joy. Creech. VER. 10. Ω Δ Η ΙΔ ́. Εἰς Ἔρωτα. Ελω, θέλω φιλήσαι. Ἐγὼ δ ̓ ἔχων νόημα Ἔβαλλ ̓ ἐγὼ δ ̓ ἔφευγον, 5 ΙΟ Ἤχαλ VER. 10. And book my Spear, and grafp'd my Shield.] Mr, Longepierre, in his Remark on this Line, cites an ancient Epigram, where, inftead of Spear and Shield, the Combatant arms himself with Reason against the Attacks of Love. Ωπ I WILL, I will Love's Pow'r obey, D. Love woo'd me long to own his Sway; He fnatch'd his Bow and Quiver'd Pride, 5 And to fierce Combat me defy'd. In hafte to my Defence I flew, My Mail across my Shoulders threw ; Like fome Achilles brav'd the Field, And shook my Spear, and grafp'd my Shield. 10 He wing'd his Darts, I wing'd my Flight. Till *Ωπλισμοι πρὸς Ἔρωτα πεὶ σέρνοισι λογισμόν. With Reafon arm'd, I dare with Love contend, Ἐμοὶ VE R. 13. 'Till having (pent his father' d Store.] The Poet tells us, that Love fhot all his Darts at him, to express his violent Propenfity to that Paffion. We have the |