The tenour of thy lay: To her of old by JOVE was giv'n To judge the various deeds of earth and heav'n; "Twas thine by gentle arts to win us to her fway. Oft as from ftricter hours refign'd With me, when mirth's consenting band But when from envy and from death to claim Confcious of pow'rs fhe never knew, Aftonifh'd grafps at things beyond her view, Nor by another's fate hath felt her own confin'd. |