e chose;
"Nor sought a vacant time, when nought his mind
"Disturb'd. This has, alas! my hopes destroy'd:
"For from a tiger Caunus sprung not; round
"His heart not solid steel, nor rigid flint,
"Nor adamant is girt; nor has he suck'd
"The lioness's milk. He shall be bent,
"And gain'd his heart shall be; nor will I brook
"The smallest bar to what I undertake,
"While now this spirit holds. My primal wish
"(If it were given I might revoke my deeds)
"Is, I had ne'er commenc'd: my second now
"Is, that I persevere in what's begun.
"For should I now my wishes not pursue,
"Still must he of those daring wishes think;
"And should I now desist, well might he judge
"Form'd lightly my desires: or plann'd to try
"His virtue, and involve in snares his fame:
"Or, (dreadful!) think me not by love o'ercome,
"(Who burns and rages fiercely in my breast)
"But by hot lust. For now conceal'd no more
"My guilty act can be; I've written once,
"Once have I ask'd; corrupted all my soul.
"Should further no depravity ensue,
"Guilty I must be call'd. What more remains,
"In crime is little, but in hope immense."--

She said, and such the wavering of her breast,
That, whilst the trial grieves her which she made,
Farther to try she wishes; every bound
O'erpassing; and, with luckless fate, her suit
Still meets repulsion. He, when endless seem'd
Her pressing, fled his country, and the crime;
And in a foreign region rais'd new walls.

Then, daughter of Miletus, they report,
Forsook thee all thy senses; then in truth
Thou rent thy garments from thy breast; thy breast
Thy furious hands hard smote. Now to the world
Madly she raves; now to the world displays
Her wish'd-for love, deny'd: all hope--despair!
She too forsook her country, and the roof
So hated; and the vagrant steps pursu'd
Her flying brother trode. As Thracia's dames
O, son of Semele! thy Thyrsus shake
When celebrating thy triennial rites,
So did the Carian matrons, Byblis see
Fly o'er the wide-spread fields, with shrieks and howls:
These left behind, o'er Caria's plains she runs,
And through the warlike Leleges, and through
The Lycian realms. Now Cragos had she left,
And Lymire, and Xanthus' waves behind;
With the high ridge Chimaera lifts, who burns
Central with flames; his breast and front fierce arm'd
A lion--tow'rd his tail a serpent form'd.
Now all the forests past;