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Swellid with the pride, that new success attends, 1" Stay nymph,” he cry'd, " I follow, not a foe.
Ah, lest some thorn should pierce thy tender foot, Resistless are my shafts, and Python late
Or thou shouldst fall in flying my pursuit! In such a feather'd death, has found his fate. To sharp uneven ways thy steps decline; Take up thy torch, (and lay my weapons by) Abate thy speed, and I will bate of mine. With that the feeble souls of lovers fry.''
Yet think from whom thou dost so rashly fly; To whom the son of Venus thus rcply'd,
Nor basely born, por shepherd's swain am I. “ Phoebus, thy shafts are sure on all beside, Perhaps thou know'st not my superior state; But mine on Phæbus: mine the fame shall be And from that ignorance proceeds thy bate. Of all thy conquests, when I conquer thee." Me Claros, Delphos, Tenedos obey;
He said, and soaring, swiftly wing'd his flight: | These bands the Patareian scepter sway.
The king of gods begot me: what shall be,
Mine is th' invention of the charming lyre;
Sweet notes, and heav'nly yumbers, i inspire. To bribe the love, and make the lover bold: Sure is my bow, unerring is my dart; One blunt, and tipt with lead, whose base allay But ah! more deadly bis, who pierc'd my heart. Provokes disdain, and drives desire away.
Med'cine is mine; what herbs and simples grow
Alas that fields and forests can afford
And his own physic the physician fails." With naked neck she goes, and shoulders bare; She heard not half; so furiously sbe flies; And with a fillet binds her flowing hair.
And on her ear th' imperfect accent dies, By many suitors sought, she mocks their pains, Fear gave her wings: and as she fled, the wind And still her vow'd rirginity maintains.
Increasing, spread her flowing hair behind; Impatient of a yoke, the name of bride
And lest her legs and thighs expos'd to view : She shuns, and hates the joys she never try'd. Which made the god more eager to pursue. On wilds, and woods, she fixes her desire:
The god was young, and was too botly bent Nor knows what youth and kindly love inspire. To lose his time in empty compliment: Her father chides her oft; “Thou ow'st,” says he, But, led by love, and fir'd with such a sight, “ A husband to thyself, a son to me."
| Impetuously pursu'd his near delight. She, like a crime, abhors the nuptial bed :
As when th' impatient greyhound, slipt from She glows with blushes, and she hangs her head.
far, Then casting round his neck her tender arms, Bounds o'er the glebe, to course the fearful hare, Sooths bim with blanishments and filial charms; She in her speed does all her safety lay, “ Give me, my lord," said she, “ to live, and die, And he with double speed pursues the prey; A spotless maid, without the marriage tie.
O'er-runs her at her sitting turn, and licks 'Tis but a small request; I beg no more
His chaps in vaju, and blows upon the flix: Than what Diana's father gave before.”
She 'scapes, and for the neighb'ring covert strives, The good old sire was soften'd to consent;
And gaining shelter doubts if yet she lives: But said her wish would prove her punishment; If little things with great we may compare, For so much youth, and so much beauty join'd, Such was the god, and such the flying fair; Oppos'd the state, which her desires design'd. She urg'd ty fear, her feet did swiftly move, The god of light, aspiring to her bed,
But he more swiftly, who was urg'd by lore. Hopes what he seeks, with flattering fancies sed; | He gathers ground upon her in the chase: And is, by his own oracles, misled.
Now breathes upon her hair, with nearer pace; And as in empty fields the stubble burns,
And just is fast ning on the wish'd embrace. Or nightly travellers, when day returns,
The nymph grew pale, and in a mortal fright, Their useless torches on dry hedges throw, Spent with the labour of so long a flight; That catch the flames, and kindle all the row; And now despairing, cast a mournful look So burns the god, consuming in desire,
Upon the streams of her paternal brook; And feeding in his breast a fruitless tire:
“ Oh help," she cry'd,“ in this extremest need! Her well-turn'd neck he view'd (her neck was bare) | If water-gods are deities indeed: And on her shoulders her dishevel'd hair; Gape, Earth, and this unhappy wretch intomb; "Oh were it comb'd," said be, “with what a grace Or change my form, whence all my sorrows come.' Wouldevery waving curl become her face!" [shone, Scarce had she finish'd, when her feet she found He view'd her eyes, like heav'nly lamps that Benumb'd with cold, and fasten'd to the ground: He view'd her lips, too sweet to view alone, A filmy rind about her body grows; Her taper fingers, and her panting breast;
Her hair to leaves, her arms extend to boughs: He praises all he sees, and for the rest
The nymph is all into a laurel gone; Believes the beauties yet unseen are best.
The smoothness of her skin remain alone. Swift as the wind, the damsel fled away,
Yet Phæbus loves her still, and casting round Nor did for these alluring speeches stay:
Her bole his arms, some little warınth he found.
The tree still panted in th' unfinish'd part: | Involv'd with vapours, imitating night,
Both air and earth; and then suppress'd her flight, He fixt his lips upon the trembling rind;
And mingling force with love, enjoy'd the full It swerv'd aside, and his embrace declin'd.
delight. To whom the god,“ Because thou canst not be Mean-time the jealous Juno, from on high, My mistress, I espouse thee for my tree:
Survey'd the fruitful fields of Arcady; Be thou the prize of honour and renown:
And wonder'd that the mist should over-r'un The deathless poet, and the poem, crown.
The face of day-light, and obscure the Sun. Thou shalt the Roman festivals adorn,
No nat'ral cause she found, from brooks, or bogs, And, after poets, be by victors worn.
Or marshy lowlands, to produce the fogs: Thou shalt returning Cæsar's triumph grace;
Then round the skies she sought for Jupiter, When pomps shall in a long procession pass : Her faithless husband; but no Jove was there: . Wreath'd on the post before his palace wait; Suspecting now the worst, “ Or 1,” she said, And be the sacred guardian of the gate :
“ Am much mistaken, or am much betray'd." Secure from thunder, and unharm'd by Jove, With fury she precipitates her flight: Unfading as th' immortal pow'ers above:
Dispels the shadows of dissembled night; And as the locks of Phæbus are unshorn,
And to the day restores his native light. So shall perpetual green thy boughs adorn." Th'almighty leacher, careful to prevent The grateful tree was pleas'd with what he said; The consequence, foreseeing her descent, And shook the shady honours of her head.
Transforms his mistress in a trice; and now
In lö's place appears a lovely cow. THE TRANSFORMATION OF 10 INTO A HEIFER.
So sleek her skin, so faultless was her make, An ancient forest in Thessalia grows;
Ev'n Juno did unwilling pleasure take Which Tempe's pleasing valley does enclose: To see so fair a rival of her love; Through this the rapid Peneus takes his course; And what she was, and whence, inquir'd of From Pindus rolling with impetuous force:
Jove: Mists from the river's mighty fall arise;
Of what fair berd, and from what pedigree? And deadly damps enclose the cloudy skies ; The god, half caught, was forc'd upon a lie: Perpetual fogs are hanging o'er the wood;
And said she sprung from earth. She took the And sonnds of waters deaf the neighbourhood.
word, Deep, in a rocky cave, he makes abode:
And begg'd the beauteous heifer of her lord. (A mansion proper for a mourning god.)
What should be do? 'twas equal shame to Jove Here he gives audience; issuing out decrees Or to relinquish, or betray his love: To rivers, bis dependent deities.
Yet to refuse so slight a gift, would be On this occasion hither they resort;
But more t'increase his consort's jealousy; To pay their homage, and to make their court. Thus fear, and love, by turns, his heart assail'd; All doubtful, whether to congratulate
And stronger love had sure, at length, prevail'd: His daughter's honour, or lament her fate. But some faint hope remain'd, his jealous queen Sperchæus, crown'd with poplar, first appears; Had not the mistress through the heifer seen. Then old Apidanus came crown'd with years: The cautious goddess, of her gift possesto Enipeus turbulent, Ainphrysos tame;
Yet harbourd anxious thoughts within her breast; And Æas last with lagging waters came.
As she who knew the falsehood of her Jove ; Then, of bis kindred brooks, a num'rous throng And justly feard some new relapse of love. Coodole his loss; and bring their urns along. Which to prevent, and to secure her care, Not one was wanting of the wat'ry train,
To trusty Argus she commits the fair. That fill'd his flood, or mingled with the main, The head of Argus (as with stars the skies) But Inachus, who in bis cave, alone,
Was coinpass'd round, and wore a hundred eyes. Wept not another's losses, but his own;
But two by turns their lids in slumber steep ;. For his dear lö, whether stray'd, or dead,
The rest on duty still their station keep; To him uncertain, doubtful tears he shed. Nor could the total constellation sleep. He sought her through the world; but sought in Thus, ever present to his eyes and mind, vain;
His charge was still before him, though behind. And do where finding, rather fear'd her slain. In fields he suffer'd her to feed by day,
Her, just returning from her father's brook, But when the setting Sun to night gave way, Jove had beheld, with a desiring look ;
The captive cow he summond with a call; And,“ Oh fair daughter of the flood,” he said, And drove her back, and ty'd her to the stall. * Worthy alone of Jove's imperial bed,
On leaves of trees, and bitter herbs she fed, Happy whoever shall those charms possess ! Heav'n was her canopy, bare earth her bed ; The king of gods (nor is thy lover less)
So hardly lodg'd; and to digest her food, Invites thee to yon cooler shades; to shun
She drank from troubled streams, defil'd with mud. The scorching rays of the meridian Sun,
Her woeful story fain she would have told, Nor shalt thou tempt the dangers of the grove With hands upheld, but had no hands to hold. Alone, without a guide; thy guide is Jove. Her head to her ungentle keeper bow'd, No puny pow'r, but be whose high command She strove to speak, she spoke not, but she low'd : Is unconfin'd, who rules the seas and land;
Atfrighted with the noise, she look'd around, And tenpers thunder in his awful hand.
And seem'd t'inquire the author of the sound. Ob, fy not :” for she fled from his embrac
Once on the banks where often she had play'd D'er Lerna's pastures: he pursu'd the chase (Her father's banks) she came, and there survey'd Along the shades of the Lyrcæan plain ;
Her alter'd visage, and her branching head; At leagth the god, who never asks in vain, And starting, from herself she would have ded..
Her fellow nymphs, familiar to her eyes,
| And ask'd the stranger, who did reeds invent, Beheld, but knew her not in this disguise.
And whence began so i'are an instrument?
| THE TRANSFORMATION OF SYRINX INTO REEDS. She follow'd where her fellows went, as she
THEN Hermes thus; “ A nymph of late there Were still a partner of the company :
was, They stroke her neck; the gentle heifer stands, Whose heav'nly for her fellows did surpass. And her neck offers to their stroking hands. The pride and joy of fair Arcadia's plaius, Her father gave her grass; the grass she took; Belov'd by deities, ador'd by swains: And lick'd his palms, and cast a piteous look; Syrinx her name, by Sylvans oft pursu'd, And in the language of her eyes she spoke. As oft she did the lustful gods delude: She would hare told her name, and ask'd relief, The rural, and the woodland pow'rs disdain'd; But wanting words, in tears she tells her grief. With Cynthia hunted, and her rites maintain'd: Which, with her foot she makes himn understand: Like Phæbe clad, even Phæbe's self she seems, And prints the name of lö in the sand.
So tall, so straight, such well-proportion'd limbs : “Ah wretched me!” her mouruful father cry'd; The nicest eye did no distinction know, She, with a sigh, to wretched me reply'd :
But that the goddess bore a golden bow : About her milk-white neck his arms he threw; Distinguish'd thus, the sight she cheated too. And wept, and then these tender words ensue. Descending from Lycæus, Pan admires “ And art thou she, whom I have sought around The matchless nymph, and burns with new desires. The world, and have at length so sadly found ? A crown of pine upon his head he wore; So found, is worse than lost: with mutual words And thus began her pity to implore. Thou answer'st not, no voice thy tongue affords: But ere he thus began, she took her flight But sighs are deeply drawn from out thy breast; So swift, she was already out of sight. And speech deny'd, by lowing is express'd. Nor stay'd to hear the courtship of the god; Unknowing, I prepar'd thy bridal bed;
But bent her course to Ladon's gentle flood: Wito empty hopes of bappy issue fed.
There by the river stopt, and tir'd before, But now the husband of a herd must be
Relief from water-nymphs her pray’rs implore. Thy mate, and bell'wing sons thy progeny.
“ Now while the lustful god, with speedy pace, Oh, were I mortal, death might bring relief; Just thought to strain her in a strict embrace, But now my godhead but extends my grief;. He fills his arms with reeds, new-rising on the Prolongs my woes, of which no end I see,
And while he sighs, bis ill success to find, (place, And makes me curse my immortality !"
The tender canes were shaken by the wind; More had he said, but fearful of her stay,
And breath'd a mournful air, unheard before; The starry guardian drove his charge away, That much surprising Pan, yet pleas'd him inore. To some fresh pasture; on a hilly beight
Admiring this new music, . Thou,' he said, He sat himself, and kept her still in sight. •Who canst not be the partner of my bed,
| At least shalt be the comfort of my mind: THE EYES OF ARGUS TRANSFORMED INTO A And often, often to my lips be join'd. PEACOCK'S TRAIN.
He form'd the reeds, proportion'd as they are, : Now Jove no longer could her suff'rings bear : | Unequal in their length, and wax'd with care, But call'd in haste his airy messenger,
They still retain the naine of his ungrateful fair." The son of Maïa, with severe decree
While Hermes pip'd, and suog, and told bi To kill the keeper, and to set ber free.
The keeper's winking eyes began to fail, (tale, With all his harness soon the god was sped, And drowsy slumber on the lids to creep; His flying hat was fasten'd on his head;
'Till all the watchman was at length asleep. Wings on bis heels were hung, and in his hand Then soon the god his voice and song supprest; He holds the virtue of the snaky wand.
And with bis pow'rful rod confirm'd his rest: The liquid air his moving pinions wound,
Without delay his crooked falchion drew, And, in the moment, shoot him on the ground. | And at one fatal stroke the keeper slew. Before he came in sight, the crafty god
| Down from the rock fell the dissever'd head, His wings dismiss'd, but still retain'd his rod : Opening its eyes in death; and falling, bled; That sleep-procuring wand wise Hermes took, | And mark'd the passage with a crimson trail: But, made it seem to sight a shepherd's hook, | Thus Argus lies in pieces, cold and pale; With this, he did a herd of goats control; | And all his hundred eyes, with all their light, Which by the way he met, and slily stole. | Are clos'd at once, in one perpetual night. Clad like a country swain, he pip'd, and sung : | These Juno takes, that they no more may fail, And playing, drove his jolly troop along. | And spreads them in her peacock's gaudy tail. With pleasure, Argus the musician heeds;
linpatient to revenge her injur'd bed, But wonders much at those new vocal reeds. She wreaks her anger on her rival's head; “ And whosoe'er thou art, my friend," said he, With furies frights her from her native home; “ Up hither drive thy goats, and play by me: | And drives her gadding, round the world to roama This hill has browze for them, and shade for Nor ceas'd her madness and her flight before
She touch'd the limits of the Pharian shore. The god, who was with ease induc'd to climb, At length, arriving on the banks of Nile, Began discourse to pass away the time;
Wearied with length of ways, and worn with toil, And still betwixt, his tuneful pipe he plies; She laid her down; and leaning on her knees, And watch'd his hour, to close the keeper's eyes. Invok'd the cause of all her miseries : With much ado, he partly kept awake;
And cast her languishing regards above Not suff'ring all his eyes repose to take :
For help from Heav'n, and ber ungrateful Jove.
She sigh’d, she wept, she low'd : 'twas all she | If still you doubt your mother's innocence,
His eastern mansion is not far from bence;
With joy th' ainbitious youth his mother heard,
| He longs the world beneath him to survey; He cast his arms about her neck, and said,
To guide the chariot; and to give the day : "Dame, rest secure; no more thy nuptial bed From Meroe's burning sands he bends his course, This nymph shall violate: by Styx I swear,
Nor less in India feels his father's force; And every oath that binds the thundcrer."
His travel urging, till he came in sight;
And saw the palace by the purple light,
Translated by Addison.
The storY OF PHAETON. The five long taper fingers take their place,
| The Sun's bright palace, on high columns raisid, And nothing of the heifer now is seen, Beside the native whiteness of the skin.
With burnish'd gold and flaming jewels blaz'd; Erected on her feet she walks again:
The folding gates diffus'd a silver light, And two the duty of the four sustain.
And with a milder gleam refresh'd the sight;
Of polish'd iv'ry was the cov'ring wrought; She tries her tongue; her silence softly breaks,
The matter vied not with the sculptor's thought; And fears her foriner lowings when she speaks: A goddess now, through all th’Egyptian state:
For in the portal was display'd on high
(The work of Vulcan) a fictitious sky;. And sery'd by priests, who in white linen wait,
A waving sea th' inferior earth embrac'd,
And gods and goddesses the waters grac'd.
Ægeon here a mighty whale bestrode;
Triton, and Proteus, (the deceiving god) He common temples with his mother shares.
With Doris here were carv'd, and all her train, Equal in years, and rival in renown
Some loosely swimming in the figurd main,
While some on rocks their drooping bair divide,
And some on fishes through the waters glide: His haugbty looks, and his assuming air,
Though various features did the sisters grace, The son of Isis could no longer bear :
A sister's likeness was in ev'ry face. “ Thou tak'st thy mother's word too far," said he,
On earth a dif'rent landscape courts the eyes, " And hast usurp'd thy boasted pedigree.
Men, towns, and beasts in distant prospect rise, Go, base pretender to a borrow'd name."
And nymphis, and streams, and woods, and rural Thus tax'd, he blush'd with anger, and with shame;
deities. But share repressid his rage: the daunted youth
O'er all, the Heav'ns refulgent image shines; Soon seeks his mother, and inquires the truth:
On either gate were six engraven signs. Mother,” said he, “ this infamy was thrown
Here Phaeton, still gaining on thi'ascent By Epaphus on you, and me your son.
To his suspected father's palace went, He spoke in public, told it to my face;
"Till pressing forward through the bright abode, Nor durst I vindicate the dire disgrace:
He saw at distance the illustrious god: Even I, the bold, the sensible of wrong,
He saw at distance, or the dazzling light Restrain'd by shame, was forc'd to hold my tongue.
Had flash'd too strongly on his aching sight, To hear an open slander, is a curse:
The god sits high, exalted on a throne But not to find an answer, is a worse.
Of blazing gems, with purple garınents on; If I am Heav'n-begot, assert your son
The Hours in order rang'd on either hand, By some sure sign; and make my father known,
And Days, and Months, and Years, and Ages stand, To right my honour, and redeern your own."
Here Spring appears with flowery chaplets bound; He said, and saying cast his arms about
Here Sudimerin her wheaten garland crown'd; Her neck, and begg'd her to resolve the doubt.
Here Autumn the rich trodden grapes besinear; 'Tis hard to judge if Clymenè were mov'd
And hoary Winter shivers in the rear. More by his pray'r, whom she so dearly lov'd,
Phæbus beheld the youth from off his throne; Or more with fury fir'd, to find her name
That eye, which looks on all, was fix'd on one, I'raduc'd, and made the sport of common fame.
He saw the boy's confusion in his face, She stretch'd her arms to Heav'n, and fix'd her
Surpris'd at all the wonders of the place; eyes
And cries aloud, “What wants my son? for know On that fair planet that adorns the skies; [fires
My son thou art, and I must call thee so." Now by those beams,” said she, “ whose holy
“Light of the world!" the trembling youth re Consume my breast, and kindle my desires;
plies; By bim, who sees us both, and cheers our sight,
“ Illustrious parent! since you don't despise By him, the public minister of light,
The parent's name, some certain token give, swear that Sun begot thee; if I lie,
That I may Clyınenè's proud boast believe, et him his cheerful influence deny:
Nor longer under false reproaches grieve.” At him no more this perjur'd creature see;
The tender sire was touch'd with what he sail, od sbine on all the world but only me.
And flung the blaze of glories from his head,
And bid the youth advance: “ My son,” said he, | You ask 2 real mischief, Phaëton:
Thus did the god th' unwary youth advise; Whate'er it be, with that request comply;
But he still longs to travel through the skies. By Styx I swear, whose waves are hid in night, When the fond father (for in vain he pleads) And roll impervious to my piercing sight.” At length to the Vulcanian chariot leads.
The youth, transported, asks, without delay, A goldeni axle did the work uphold, To guide the Sun's bright chariot for a day. Gold was the beam, the wheels were orbid with The god repented of the oath he took,
gold. For anguish thrice his radiant head he shook; .. The spokes in rows of silver pleas'd the sight, “ My son," says he," some other proof require, The seat with party-colour'd gems was bright; Rash was my promise, rash is thy desire.
Apollo sbin'd amid the glare of light. I'd fain deny this wish, which thou hast made, The youth with secret joy the work surveys, Or, what I can't deny, would fajn dissuade. When now the Moon disclos'd ber purple rays; Too vast and hazardous the task appears,
The stars were filed, for Lucifer had chas'd Nor suited to thy strength, nor to thy years. The stars away, and fled himself at last. Thy lot is mortal, but thy wishes fly
Soon as the father saw the rosy Morn, Reyond the province of mortality:
And the Moon shining with a blanter horn, There is not one of all the gods that dares He bid the nimble Hours, without delay, (However skill'd in other great a flairs)
Bring forth the steeds; the nimble Hours obey: To mount the burning atle-tree, but l;
From their full racks the gen'rous steeds retire, Not Jove himself the ruler of the sky,
Dropping ambrosial foams, and snorting fire. That hurls the three-fork'd thunder from above, Still anxious for his son, the god of day, Dares try his strength : yet who so strong as To make him proof against the burning ray, Jove?
His temples with celestial ointment wet, The steeds climb up the first ascent with pain, Of sov'reign virtue to repel the heat; And when the middle firmament they gain, Then fix'd the beamy circle on his head, If downward from the Heav'ns my head I bow, And fetch'd a deep foreboding sigh, and said, And see the earth and ocean bang below,
“ Take this at least, this last advice, my son, Ev’n I am seitd with horrour and affright, Keep a stiff rein, and mcve but gently on: And my own heart misgives me at the sighit. The coursers of themselves will run too fast, A mighty downfall steeps the ev'ning stage, Your art must be to moderate their haste. And steady veins must curb the horses' rage. Drive them not on directly through the skies, Tethys herself has fear'd to see me driv'n
But where the zodiac's winding circle lies, Down headlong from the precipice of Heav'n. Along the midmost zone; but sally forth Besides, consider what in petuous force
Nor to the distant south, nor stormy north. Turns stars and planets in a diff'rent course. The horses' hoofs a beaten track will show, I steer against their motions; nor am I
But neither mount too high nor sink too low, Born back by all the current of the sky.
That no new fires or fleaven or Earth infest; But how could you resist the orbs that roll
Keep the mid way, the middle way is best. In adverse whirls, and stem the rapid pole? Nor, where in radiant folds the serpent twines, But you perhaps may hope for pleasing woods, Direct your course, nor where the altar shines. And stately dones, and cities fill'd with gods; Shun both extremes; the rest let Fortune guide, While through a thousand spares your progress And better for thee than thyself provide! lies,
See, while I speak, the shades disperse away, Where forms of starry monsters stock the skies: Aurora gives the promise of a day; For, should you bit the doubtful way aright, I'm call'd, nor can I make a longer stay. The Bull with stooping horns stands opposite; Snatch up the reins; or still th' attempi forsake, Next him the bright Hæmonian Bow is strung, And not iny chariot, but my counsel, take, And next, the Lion's grinning visage hung: While yet securely on the earth you stand; The Scorpion's claws here clasp a wide extent; Nor touch the horses with too rash a hand. And here the Crab's in lesser clasps are bent. Let me alone to light the world, while you Nor would you find it easy to compose
Enjoy those beams which you may safely view." The mettled steeds, when from their nostrils flows He spoke in vain; the youth with active heat The scorching fire, that in their entrails glows. And sprighty vigour vaults into the seat; Ev'n I their headstrong fury scarce restrain, And joys to hold the reins, and fondly gives When they grow warın and restiff to the rein. Those thanks his father with reinorse receives. Let not my sin a fatal gift reguire,
Meanwhile the restless horses neigh'd aloud, But, O! in tiine, recal your rash desire;
Breathing out fire, and pawing where they You ask a gift that may your parent tell,
stood. Let these my fears your parentage reveal;
Tethys, not knowing what bad past, gare way, And learn a father from a father's care;
And all the waste of Heav'n before them lay. Look on my face; or if my heart lay bare, They spring together out, and swiftly bear Could you but look, you'd read the father there. The flying youth through clouds and yielding air; Choose out a gift from seas, or earth, or skies, With wingy speed outstrip the eastern wind, For open to your wish all nature lies,
And leave the breezes of the Morn behind. Only decline this one unequal task,
The youth was light, .nor could he fill the seat, Por 'tis a mischief, not a gift, you ask.
Or poise the chariot with its wonted weight;