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Let loose thy Rage, let all thy Spite be shown,470
Since thus thou hate pursues the Praises of thy Son.
But from her Mossy Bow'r below the Ground,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
His careful Mother heard the Plaintive sound;
Encompass'd with her Sea-green Sisters round.
One common Work they ply'd: their Distaffs full475
With carded Locks of blue Milesian Wool.
Spio with Drymo brown, and Xanthe fair,
And sweet Phyllodoce with long dishevel'd Hair:
Cydippe with Licorias, one a Maid,
And one that once had call'd Lucina's Aid.480
Clio and Beroe, from one Father both,
Both girt with Gold, and clad in particolour'd Cloth.
Opis the meek, and Deiopeia proud;
Nisæa softly, with Ligæa loud;
Thalia joyous, Ephyre the sad,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$485
And Arethusa once Diana's Maid,
But now, her Quiver left, to Love betray'd.
To these, Climene the sweet Theft declares,
Of Mars; and Vulcan's unavailing Cares:
And all the Rapes of Gods, and ev'ry Love,490
From antient Chaos down to youthful Jove.
Thus while she sings, the Sisters turn the Wheel,
Empty the wooly Rock, and fill the Reel.
A mournful Sound, agen the Mother hears;
Agen the mournful Sound invades the Sister's Ears:495
Starting at once from their green Seats, they rise;
Fear in their Heart, Amazement in their Eyes.