Classic Poem

When Themis thus with prescient Voice had spoke,
Among the Gods a various Murmur broke;
Dissention rose in each immortal Breast,
That one should grant what was deny'd the rest.
Aurora for her aged Spouse complains,
And Ceres grieves for Jason 's freezing Veins;
Vulcan would Erichthonius ' Years renew,
Her future Race the Care of Venus drew,
She would Anchises blooming Age restore;
A diff'rent Care employ'd each heav'nly Pow'r:
Thus various Int'rests did their Jars encrease,
Till Jove arose; he spoke, their Tumults cease.
Is any Rev'rence to our Presence giv'n,
Then why this Discord 'mong the Pow'rs of Heav'n?
Who can the settled Will of Fate subdue?
'Twas by the Fates that Iolaus knew
A second Youth. The Fate's determin'd Doom
Shall give Callirhoe 's Race a youthful Bloom
Arms nor Ambition can this Pow'r obtain;
Quell your Desires; ev'n me the Fates restrain.
Could I their Will controul, no rolling Years
Had Æacus bent down with Silver Hairs;
Then Rhadamanthus still had Youth possess'd,
And Minos with eternal Bloom been bless'd.
Jove 's Words the Synod mov'd; the Pow'rs give o'er,
And urge in vain unjust Complaint no more.
Since Rhadamanthus ' Veins now slowly flow'd,
And Æacus and Minos bore the Load;
Minos , who in the Flow'r of Youth and Fame,
Made mighty Nations tremble at his Name,
Infirm with Age, the proud Miletus fears,
Vain of his Birth, and in the Strength of Years,
And now regarding all his Realms as lost,
He durst not force him from his native Coast.
But you by choice, Miletus ; fled his Reign,
And thy swift Vessel plow'd th' Ægean Main;
On Asiatick Shores a Town you frame,
Which still is honour'd with the Founder's Name
Here you Cyanie knew, the beauteous Maid,
As on her Father's winding Banks she stray'd:
Caunus and Byblis hence their Lineage trace,
The double Offspring of your warm Embrace.