EGE fub hoc Pomona fuit: qua nulla Latinas Inter Hamadryadas coluit folertius hortos,
Nec fuit arborei ftudiofior altera foetus: Unde tenet nomen. non fylvas illa, nec amnes; Rus amat, et ramos felicia poma ferentes. Nec jaculo gravis eft, fed adunca dextera falce: Qua modo luxuriem premit, et spatiantia paffim Brachia compefcit; fiffa modo cortice virgam Inferit; et fuccos alieno praeftat alumno.
Nec patitur fentire fitim: bibulaeque recurvas
Radicis fibras labentibus irrigat undis.
Hic amor, hoc ftudium: Veneris quoque nulla cupido.
POMONA
From the FOURTEENTH BOOK of
HE fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;
Of all the Virgins of the fylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv'd the vegetable care. To her the fhady grove, the flow'ry field,
The ftreams and fountains, no delights could yield; 'Twas all her joy the ripening fruits to tend, And fee the boughs with happy burthens bend. The hook she bore instead of Cynthia's spear, To lop the growth of the luxuriant year, To decent form the lawless shoots to bring, And teach th' obedient branches where to spring. Now the cleft rind inserted graffs receives, And yields an offspring more than nature gives ; Now fliding ftreams the thirsty plants renew, And feed their fibres with reviving dew.
These cares alone her virgin breast employ, Averfe from Venus and the nuptial joy.
Vim tamen agreftûm metuens, pomaria claudit Intus, et acceffus prohibet refugitque viriles. Quid non et Satyri, faltatibus apta juventus, Fecere, et pinu praecincti cornua Panes, Sylvanufque fuis femper juvenilior annis, Quique Deus fures, vel falce, vel inguine terret, Ut poterentur ea? fed enim fuperabat amando Hos quoque Vertumnus: neque erat felicior illis. O quoties habitu duri mefforis ariftas Corbe tulit, verique fuit mefforis imago! Tempora faepe gerens foeno religata recenti, Defectum poterat gramen verfaffe videri. Saepe manu ftimulos rigida portabat; ut illum Jurares feffos modo disjunxiffe juvencos. Falce data frondator erat, vitifque putator. Induerat fcalas, lecturum poma putares. Miles erat gladio, pifcator arundine fumta. Denique per multas aditum fibi faepe figuras Repperit, ut caperet fpectatae gaudia formas.
Her private orchards, wall'd on ev'ry fide, To lawless sylvans all access deny'd. How oft the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns, Who haunt the forefts, or frequent the lawns, The God whofe enfign scares the birds of prey, And old Silenus, youthful in decay, Employ'd their wiles, and unavailing care, To pass the fences, and furprize the fair? Like these, Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame, Like these, rejected by the fcornful dame. To gain her fight a thousand forms he wears, And first a reaper from the field appears, Sweating he walks, while loads of golden grain O'ercharge the shoulders of the feeming swain. Oft o'er his back a crooked scythe is laid, And wreaths of hay his fun-burnt temples shade: Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears, Like one who late unyok'd the sweating steers. Sometimes his pruning-hook corrects the vines, And the loose ftraglers to their ranks confines. Now gath'ring what the bounteous year allows, He pulls ripe apples from the bending boughs. A foldier now, he with his fword appears; A fisher next, his trembling angle bears; Each shape he varies, and each art he tries, On her bright charms to feast his longing eyes.
Ille etiam picta redimitus tempora mitra, Innitens baculo, pofitis ad tempora canis,
Adfimulavit anum: cultofque intravit in hortos; Pomaque mirata eft: Tantoque potentior, inquit, Paucaque laudatae dedit ofcula; qualia nunquam Vera dediffet anus: glebaque incurva resedit, Sufpiciens pandos autumni pondere ramos. Ulmus erat contra, fpatiofa tumentibus uvis : Quam focia poftquam pariter cum vite probavit ; At fi ftaret, ait, coelebs, fine palmite truncus, Nil praeter frondes, quare peteretur, haberet. Haec quoque, quae juncta vitis requiefcit in ulmo, Si non nupta foret, terrae adclinata jaceret. Tu tamen exemplo non tangeris arboris hujus; Concubitufque fugis; nec te conjungere curas. Atque utinam velles ! Helene non pluribus effet Sollicitata procis: nec quae Lapitheïa movit Proelia, nec conjux timidis audacis Ulyssei.
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