Fate of Pyreneus

The muse Urania said: “Whatever cause So great a goddess to this mansion draws, Our shades are happy with so bright a guest; You, queen, are welcome, and we muses bless’d. What Fame has publish’d of our spring is true; Thanks for our spring to Pegasus are due.” Then with becoming courtesy, she led The curious stranger to their fountain’s head, Who long survey’d, with wonder and delight, Their sacred water, charming to the sight; Their ancient groves, dark grottoes, shady bowers, And smiling plains, adorn’d with various flowers. “O happy muses!” she with rapture cried, “Who, safe from cares, on this fair hill reside; Bless’d in your seat, and free, yourselves to please With joys of study, and with glorious ease.”

The Muses find shelter from the fury of the elements in the house of Pyreneus, King of Thrace, who presumes to offer violence to his guests⁠—The goddesses take to their wings, and are pursued by their perfidious host, who is killed by a fall from a lofty precipice.