The youthful Rhodos moves no tender thought, And beauteous Persa is at last forgot. Fond Clytie, scorn’d, yet loved and sought thy bed, Ev’n then thy heart for other virgins bled. Leucothoe has all thy soul possess’d, And chased each rival passion from thy breast. To this bright nymph Eurynome gave birth, In the bless’d confines of the spicy earth. Excelling others, she herself beheld, By her own blooming daughter far excell’d. The sire was Orchamus, whose vast command, The seventh from Belus, ruled the Persian land.