The Fauns, and Silvans, with the Nymphs that rove
Among the Satyrs in the shady Grove;
Olympus, known of old, and ev'ry Swain
That fed, or Flock, or Herd upon the Plain,
Bewail'd the Loss; and with their Tears that flow'd,
A kindly Moisture on the Earth bestow'd;
That soon, conjoyn'd, and in a Body rang'd,
Sprung from the Ground, to limpid Water chang'd;
Which, down thro' Phrygia's Rocks, a mighty Stream,
Comes tumbling to the Sea, and Marsya is its Name.
The Story of Pelops.
From these Relations strait the People turn
To present Truths, and lost Amphion mourn:
The Mother most was blam'd, yet some relate
That Pelops pity'd, and bewail'd her Fate,
And stript his Cloaths, and laid his Shoulder bare,
And made the Iv'ry Miracle appear.
This Shoulder, from the first, was form'd of Flesh,
As lively as the other, and as fresh;
But, when the Youth was by his Father slain,
The Gods restor'd his mangled Limbs again;
Only that Place which joins the Neck, and Arm,
The rest untouch'd, was found to suffer Harm:
The Loss of which an Iv'ry Piece sustain'd;
And thus the Youth his Limbs, and Life regain'd.
The Story of Tereus, Procne, and Philomela.
To Thebes the neighb'ring Princes all repair,
And with Condolance the Misfortune share.
Each bord'ring State in solemn Form address'd,
And each betimes a friendly Grief express'd.
