Ovid, The Rape of Europa
From
Metamorphoses, Book II, contributed to the European Prospect pages by
Laellius.
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And now he wantons o'er the neighb'ring strand,
Now rowls his body on the yellow sand;
And, now perceiving all her fears decay'd,
Comes tossing forward to the royal maid;
Gives her his breast to stroke, and downward turns
His grizly brow, and gently stoops his horns.
In flow'ry wreaths the royal virgin drest
His bending horns, and kindly clapt his breast.
'Till now grown wanton and devoid of fear,
Not knowing that she prest the Thunderer,
She plac'd her self upon his back, and rode
O'er fields and meadows, seated on the God.
Cf.
Horace, Wife
of the Invincible ,
Virgil, Europe
& Beyond,
Hippocrates, Europeans Have
Courage (margin: Aristotle, Europeans, Asians, and Greeks)
