Arachne drew the famed intrigues of Jove, Changed to a bull, to gratify his love; How through the briny tide, all foaming hoar, Lovely Europa on his back he bore. The sea seem’d waving, and the trembling maid Shrunk up her tender feet, as if afraid, And, looking back on the forsaken strand, To her companions wafts her distant hand. Next she design’d Asteria’s fabled rape, When Jove assumed a soaring eagle’s shape: And show’d how Leda lay supinely press’d, While the soft snowy swan sat hovering o’er her breast: How in a satyr’s form the god beguiled, When fair Antiope with twins he fill’d: Then, like Amphitryon, but a real Jove, In fair Alcmena’s arms he cool’d his love: In fluid gold to Danae’s heart he came: Aegina felt him in a lambent flame: He took Mnemosyne in shepherd’s make And for Deois was a speckled snake.