On every nymph, and twenty sate around....
Lo! ’twas Diana ... from the sultry hour
Hither she fled, nor fear’d she sight nor sound.
‘Unhappy youth, whom thirst and quiver-reeds
Drew to these haunts, whom awe forbade to fly,
Three faithful dogs before him rais’d their heads,
And watched and wonder’d at that fixed eye.
‘Forth sprang his favorite ... with her arrow-hand
Too late the Goddess hid what hand may hide,
Of every nymph and every reed complain’d,