Depriv'd him, in her fury, of his fight, That no one God repeal another's deed;) [fight, And with the prophet's art relieves the want of The Transformation of ECHO. Fam'd far and near for knowing things to come, From him th' enquiring nations fought their doom; The fair Liriope his answers try'd, And first th' unerring prophet justify'd; This nymph the God Cephifus had abus'd, And on the Nereid got a lovely boy, Whom the foft maids even then beheld with joy, The tender dame, folicitous to know Whether her child should reach old age or no, Confults the fage Tirefias, who replies, "If e'er he knows himself, he furely dies. Long liv'd the dubious mother in suspense, Till time unriddled all the prophet's sense, Narciffus Narciffus now his fixteenth year began, Juft turn'd of boy, and on the verge of man; Many a friend the blooming youth carefs'd, Many a love-fick maid her flame confefs'd: Such was his pride, in vain the friend carefs'd, The love-fick maid in vain her flame confefs'd. Once, in the woods, as he purfu'd the chace, The babbling Echo had defcry'd his face; She, who in others' words her filence breaks, Nor speaks herself but when another speaks, Echo was then a maid, of speech bereft, Of wonted speech; for tho' her voice was left, Juno a curfe did on her tongue impofe, To sport with every fentence in the close. Full often, when the Goddess might have caught Jove and her rivals in the very fault. This nymph with fubtle ftories would delay Her coming, 'till the lovers flipp'd away. The Goddess found out the deceit in time, And then the cry'd, "That tongue, for this thy crime, R 4 "Which "Which could so many subtle tales produce, Hence 'tis fhe prattles in a fainter tone, The The Story of NARCISSUS. Thus did the nymphs in vain caress the boy, He still was lovely, but he ftill was coy: When one fair virgin of the flighted train Thus pray'd the Gods, provok'd by his disdain, "Oh may he love like me, and love like me in [vain! Rhamnufia pity'd the neglected fair, And with juft vengeance answer'd to her pray'r. But whilft within the crystal fount he tries He fell in love with the fantastic shade; And o'er the fair resemblance hung unmov'd, Nor knew, fond youth! it was himself he lov'd, Oft catching at the beauteous fhade he dips Thy own warm blush within the water glows, Its empty being on thyfelf relies; Step thou afide, and the frail charmer dies, |