But be not man deceiv'd: the gods reveal
What moſt we labour to conceal:
For this the powers, who deathleſs reign, 115
To earth ſent down his ſon again,
To dwell with men, a ſhort-liv'd race,
Whoſe ſudden fate comes on apace.
His flowery age in all its pride,
When, o'er his chin, a blackening ſhade 120
Of down was caſt, a vow he made,
Deep in his ſoul, to win the proffer'd bride
ANTISTROPHE III.Meaſures 18.
Hippodamia, boaſted name,
From her great ſire the Piſan proud.
Alone, by night, the lover came 125
Beſide the hoary ſea, and call'd aloud
On him who ſways the triple ſpear,
And fills with din the deafen'd ear;
When, at his feet, the god aroſe:
Then Pelops, eager to diſcloſe 130
His mighty care, "O Neptune, if thy mind
" In love did ever pleaſure find,
" Let not Oenomaüs prevail,
" And let his brazen javelin fail:
" Oh!