Methinks, the pictured bull we see

Is amorous Jove—it must be he!

How fondly blest he seems to bear

That fairest of Phoenician fair!

How proud he breasts the foamy tide,

And spurns the billowy surge aside!

Could any beast of vulgar vein,

Undaunted thus defy the main?

No: he descends from climes above,

He looks the God, he breathes of Jove!

[1] "This ode is written upon., a picture which represented the rape, of Europa."—MADAME DACIER.

It may probably have been a description of one of those coins, which the Sidonians struck off in honor of Europa, representing a woman carried across the sea by a bull. In the little treatise upon the goddess of Syria, attributed very' falsely to Lucian, there is mention of this coin, and of a temple dedicated by the Sidonians to Astarte, whom some, it appears, confounded with Europa.