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PALLAS attending to the Muse's song	A
Approv'd the just resentment of their wrong	A
And thus reflects While tamely I commend	B
Those who their injur'd deities defend	B
My own divinity affronted stands	C
And calls aloud for justice at my hands	C
Then takes the hint asham'd to lag behind	D
And on Arachne' bends her vengeful mind	D
One at the loom so excellently skill'd	E
That to the Goddess she refus'd to yield	F
The Low was her birth and small her native town	G
Transformation She from her art alone obtain'd renown	G
of Arachne Idmon her father made it his employ	H
into a Spider To give the spungy fleece a purple dye	I
Of vulgar strain her mother lately dead	J
With her own rank had been content to wed	J
Yet she their daughter tho' her time was spent	K
In a small hamlet and of mean descent	K
Thro' the great towns of Lydia gain'd a name	L
And fill'd the neighb'ring countries with her fame	L
Oft to admire the niceness of her skill	M
The Nymphs would quit their fountain shade or	N
hill	M
Thither from green Tymolus they repair	O
And leave the vineyards their peculiar care	O
Thither from fam'd Pactolus' golden stream	P
Drawn by her art the curious Naiads came	L
Nor would the work when finish'd please so much	Q
As while she wrought to view each graceful touch	Q
Whether the shapeless wool in balls she wound	R
Or with quick motion turn'd the spindle round	R
Or with her pencil drew the neat design	S
Pallas her mistress shone in every line	S
This the proud maid with scornful air denies	T
And ev'n the Goddess at her work defies	T
Disowns her heav'nly mistress ev'ry hour	U
Nor asks her aid nor deprecates her pow'r	V
Let us she cries but to a tryal come	W
And if she conquers let her fix my doom	X
The Goddess then a beldame's form put on	Y
With silver hairs her hoary temples shone	Z
Prop'd by a staff she hobbles in her walk	A2
And tott'ring thus begins her old wives' talk	A2
Young maid attend nor stubbornly despise	T
The admonitions of the old and wise	T
For age tho' scorn'd a ripe experience bears	B2
That golden fruit unknown to blooming years	C2
Still may remotest fame your labours crown	G
And mortals your superior genius own	Z
But to the Goddess yield and humbly meek	D2
A pardon for your bold presumption seek	D2
The Goddess will forgive At this the maid	E2
With passion fir'd her gliding shuttle stay'd	E2
And darting vengeance with an angry look	F2
To Pallas in disguise thus fiercely spoke	G2
Thou doating thing whose idle babling tongue	H2
But too well shews the plague of living long	A
Hence and reprove with this your sage advice	I2
Your giddy daughter or your aukward neice	J2
Know I despise your counsel and am still	M
A woman ever wedded to my will	M
And if your skilful Goddess better knows	K2
Let her accept the tryal I propose	K2
She does impatient Pallas strait replies	T
And cloath'd with heavenly light sprung from her	U
odd disguise	T
The Nymphs and virgins of the plain adore	N
The awful Goddess and confess her pow'r	V
The maid alone stood unappall'd yet show'd	L2
A transient blush that for a moment glow'd	L2
Then disappear'd as purple streaks adorn	M2
The opening beauties of the rosy morn	M2
Till Phoebus rising prevalently bright	N2
Allays the tincture with his silver light	N2
Yet she persists and obstinately great	O2
In hopes of conquest hurries on her fate	O2
The Goddess now the challenge waves no more	N
Nor kindly good advises as before	N
Strait to their posts appointed both repair	O
And fix their threaded looms with equal care	O
Around the solid beam the web is ty'd	O2
While hollow canes the parting warp divide	O2
Thro' which with nimble flight the shuttles play	P2
And for the woof prepare a ready way	P2
The woof and warp unite press'd by the toothy	Q2
slay	P2
Thus both their mantles button'd to their	O
breast	O2
Their skilful fingers ply with willing haste	O2
And work with pleasure while they chear the eye	I
With glowing purple of the Tyrian dye	I
Or justly intermixing shades with light	O2
Their colourings insensibly unite	O2
As when a show'r transpierc'd with sunny rays	R2
Its mighty arch along the heav'n displays	R2
From whence a thousand diff'rent colours rise	T
Whose fine transition cheats the clearest eyes	T
So like the intermingled shading seems	S2
And only differs in the last extreams	S2
Then threads of gold both artfully dispose	S2
And as each part in just proportion rose	S2
Some antique fable in their work disclose	S2
Pallas in figures wrought the heav'nly Pow'rs	S2
And Mars's hill among th' Athenian tow'rs	S2
On lofty thrones twice six celestials sate	O2
Jove in the midst and held their warm debate	O2
The subject weighty and well known to fame	L
From whom the city shou'd receive its name	L
Each God by proper features was exprest	O2
Jove with majestick mein excell'd the rest	O2
His three fork'd mace the dewy sea God shook	F2
And looking sternly smote the ragged rock	T2
When from the stone leapt forth a spritely steed	O2
And Neptune claims the city for the deed	O2
Herself she blazons with a glitt'ring spear	U2
And crested helm that veil'd her braided hair	O
With shield and scaly breast plate implements of	V2
war	N
Struck with her pointed launce the teeming Earth	W2
Seem'd to produce a new surprizing birth	W2
When from the glebe the pledge of conquest	O2
sprung	H2
A tree pale green with fairest olives hung	H2
And then to let her giddy rival learn	X2
What just rewards such boldness was to earn	X2
Four tryals at each corner had their part	O2
Design'd in miniature and touch'd with art	O2
Haemus in one and Rodope of Thrace	S2
Transform'd to mountains fill'd the foremost	O2

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