And then, to let her giddy rival learn What just rewards such boldness was to earn, Four trials at each corner had their part, Design’d in miniature, and touch’d with art. Haemus in one, and Rhodope of Thrace, Transform’d to mountains, fill’d the foremost place, Who claim’d the titles of the gods above, And vainly used the epithets of Jove. Another show’d where the Pigmaean dame, Profaning Juno’s venerable name, Turn’d to an airy crane, descends from far, And with her pygmy subjects wages war. In a third part, the rage of heaven’s great queen, Display’d on proud Antigone, was seen, Who, with presumptuous boldness, dared to vie, For beauty, with the emperess of the sky. Ah! what avails her ancient princely race; Her sire a king, and Troy her native place? Now, to a noisy stork transform’d, she flies, And with her whiten’d pinions cleaves the skies: And in the last remaining part was drawn Poor Cinyras, that seem’d to weep in stone; Clasping the temple steps, ne sadly mourn’d His lovely daughters, now to marble turn’d.