Two Hangings from Ovid

It is Hermes stepping off his winged sandal. ...I saw the Writing Spider sitting with aplomb Even his caduceus, despite the scandal dead center her creation, above the compost of its forfeiture, lies abandoned (sage location); what I wondered most like an Android or iPad on a nightstand was whether the sweetgum burrs and dried leaves grown footed for the purpose of bearing away were ornaments or accidents she interweaves any such device or gadget as may in the clearly golden silk, whose subwebs distract him from a more pressing matter. are occupied by diminutive male sub-celebs Herse is perched on the precipice of the mattress holding down the fort (as she holds court) with its luxurious bedspread, where tapestry long after she vanishes, stopping short vis-à-vis itself interleaves the allegory. of the epiphany or apotheosis Real gold thread weighs the covers we expect from genteel arts, or a goddess a cherub heaves to turn down for the lovers. “Who thereupon did rende the cloth in pieces every whit, Would that the same in his wings might tip the scales, Bicause the lewdnesse of the Gods was biased so in it. and with tears, put salt in these mythical tales And with an Arras weavers combe of Box she fiercely smit by sinking level with us l’enfant in the room ... Arachne on the forehead full a dozen times and more.”