As Philo heard confus'd the silver sound, His soul emerges from the dark profound; On the bright vision full he turn'd his eyes, Touch'd, as he gaz'd, with pleasure and surprize; The first faint dawnings of a smile appear'd, And now, in act to speak, he strok'd his beard;] When from a shelf just o'er the fair one's head, Down dropp'd Arachne by the viscous thread.Back starts the nymph, with terror and dismay; "The spider! Oh!"—was all that she could say. At this the sage resum❜d the look severe;— "Renounce, with woman's folly, woman's fear!" He said, and careful to the shelf convey'd The hapless rival of the blue ey'd maid. Th' enormous deed astonish'd Cloe view'd, And rage the crimson on her cheek renew'd. "Must then," said she, "such hideous vermin crawl Indulg'd, protected, o'er the cobweb'd wall? Destroy her quickly-here her life I claim: If not for love or decency, for shame." "Shame be to guilt," replies the man of thought, "To slaves of custom, ne'er by reason taught, Who spare no life that touches not their own, By fear their cruelty restrain'd alone; No blameless insect lives its destin'd hour, Caught in the murd'ring vortex of their pow'r; For me, the virtues of the mind I learn From sage Arachne, for whose life you burn: prey, Who, though her bounty unexhausted flows, Restores with art what accidents impair ; To me her toil is ne'er renew'd in vain, "Hold!” Philo cries," and know, the same decree Gave her the fly, which gives the lamb to thee; Or why those wings adapted to the snare, Why interceptive hangs the net in air? As plain in these the precept kill and eat, As in thy skill to carve the living treat." "To this," she cries, "persuade me, if you canMan's lord of all, and all was made for man." "Vain thought; the child of ignorance and pride!" Disdainful smiling quickly he reply'd, "To man, vain reptile! tell me of what use Are all that Afric's peopl'd wastes produce! The nameless monsters of the swarming seas, The pigmy nations, wafted on the breeze? The happy myriads, by his eyes unseen, That bask in flow'rs and quicken all the green? Why live these numbers blest in nature's state? Why lives this spider object of thy hate? Why man?-but life in common to possess, Wide to diffuse the stream of happiness; Blest stream! th' o'erflowing of the parent mind, Great without pride, and without weakness kind!" With downcast eyes, and sighs, and modest air, Thus in soft sounds reply'd the wily fair : "This fatal subtilty thy books impart To baffle truth, when unsustain'd by art; For this, when Cloe goes at twelve to bed, Till three you sit, in converse with the dead; No wonder then, in vain my skill's employ'd To prove it best that vermin be destroy'd→→ But though you proudly triumph o'er my sex, Joy to confute, and reason but to vex, Yet, if you lov'd me, to oblige your wife, What could you less! you'd take a spider's life. Once to prevent my wishes Philo flew ;But time, that alters all, has alter'd you ! Yet still, unchang'd poor Cloe's love remains; He, who had often, and alone, o'erturn'd But Jove with hate beheld th' atrocious deed, Yields him thus chang'd a vassal to the fair, To fix their power, and rivet fast the chain, They lead where pleasure spreads her soft domain; Where, drown'd in music reason's hoarser call, Love smiles triumphant in thy groves, Vauxhall ! |