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HE fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;

Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv'd the vegetable care. To her the shady grove, the flow'ry field, 5 The streams and fountains,no delights could yield; 'Twas all her joy the rip’ning fruits to tend, And see the boughs with happy burthens bend. The hook The 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;


Hic amor,

Nec patitur sentire sitim; bibulaeque recurvas 15 Radicis fibras labentibus irrigat undis. hoc studium: Veneris

quoque nulla cupido. Vim tamen agrestûm metuens, pomaria claudit Intus, et accessus prohibet refugitque viriles. 20 Quid non et Satyri, faltatibus apta juventus, Fecere, et pinu praecincti cornua Panes, Sylvanusque suis semper juvenilior annis, Quique Deus fures, vel falce, vel inguine terret, Ut potirentur ea ? sed enim superabat amando 25 Hos quoque Vertumnus : neque erat felicior illis. O quoties habitu duri messoris aristas Corbe tulit, verique fuit mefforis imago! Tempora faepe gerens foeno religata recenti, Desectum poterat gramen verfasse videri. Saepe manu stimulos rigida portabat; ut illum 35 Jurares feffos modo disjunxiffe juvencos.


Now sliding streams the thirsty plants renew, 15 And feed their fibres with reviving dew.

These cares alone her virgin breast employ, Averse from Venus and the nuptial joy. Her private orchards, wall’d on ev'ry side, To lawless sylvans all access deny’d. How oft the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns, Who haunt the forests, or frequent the lawns, The God whose ensign scares the birds of prey, And old Silcnus, youthful in decay, Employ'd their wiles, and unavailing care, 25 To pass the fences, and surprize the fair ? Like these, Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame, Like these, rejected by the scornful dame. To gain her fight a thousand forms he wears : And first a reaper from the field appears,

30 Sweating he walks, while loads of golden grain O’ercharge the shoulders of the seeming swain, Oft o'er his back a crooked scythe is laid, And wreaths of hay his sun-burnt temple shade: Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears, 35 Like one who late unyok'd the sweating íteers. Sometimes his pruning-hook corrects the vines, And the loose straglers to their ranks confines. Vol. II,

Palce data frondator erat, vitisque putator:
Induerat scalas, lecturum poma putares:
Miles erat gladio, piscator arundine sumta.
Denique per multas aditum sibi faepe figuras
Repperit, ut caperet spectatae gaudia formae.
Ille etiam picta redimitus tempora mitra, 45
Innitens baculo, positis ad tempora canis,
Adfimulavit anum: cultofque intravit in hortos;
Pomaque mirata est: Tantoque potentior, inquit.
Paucaque laudatae dedit ofcula ; qualia nunquam
Vera dcdiffet anus: glebaque incurva resedit,
Sufpiciens pandos autumni pondere ramos.
Ulmus erat contra, spatiosa tumentibus uvis: 60
Quiam focia poftquam pariter cum vite probavit;
At si staret, ait, coclebs, fine palmite truncus,
Nil praeter frondes, quare peteretur, haberet.

Now gath'ring what the bounteous year allows;
He pulls ripe apples from the bending boughs. 40
A soldier now, lie with his sword appearši
A fifher next, his trembling angle bears ;
Each shape he varies, and each art he tries;
On her bright charms to feast his longing eyes.

A female form at last Vertumnus wears, 45
With all the marks of rev’rend age appears,
His temples thinly spread with filver hairs ;
Prop'd on his staff, and stooping as he goes,
A painted mitre shades his furrow'd brows.
The god in this decrepit form array'd,
The gardens enter'd, and the fruit survey'd ;
And “Happy you! (he thus address’d the maid)
“ Whose charms as far all other nymphs out-shine,
“ As other gardens are excell’d by thine!
Then kiss'd the fair; (his kisses warmer grow 55
Than such as women on their fex bestow.)
Then plac'd beside her on the flow'ry ground,
Beheld the trees with autumn's bounty crown'd.
An Elm was near, to whose embraces led,
The curling vine her swelling clusters spread : 60
He view'd her twining branches with delight,
And prais’d the beauty of the pleasing light.


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