Thus fear and love, by turns, his heart assail’d; And stronger love had sure, at length, prevail’d: But some faint hope remain’d, his jealous queen Had not the mistress through the heifer seen. The cautious goddess, of her gift possess’d, Yet harbour’d anxious thoughts within her breast; As she who knew the falsehood of her Jove, And justly fear’d some new relapse of love; Which to prevent, and to secure her care, To trusty Argus she commits the fair.