[Thetis hides Achilles]

This Land, where quarrels no disturbance wrought,
The much distracted Thetis safest thought:
Like a poor Bird, with wavering phansies prest,
That dares not choose a branch to build her nest
Lest it her brood, should unto storms, or, snakes
Or men expose; at length she likes and takes.

…

At this, with greater blushes he remain'd:
And though he yielded, yet she still constrain'd.
A womans dresse, doth now the youth enclose,
And his strong arms, he learns how to compose.
His hair's not now neglected as before:
And on his neck she hangs the chain she wore.
Within rich robes, his steps confined now
Move in a gentler pace; and he's taught how
To speak with a reserved modesty.
Thus changing Wax, which nimble fingers plie,
First rendered soft by active heat, inclines
Unto that form the workman's hand designes.
So Thetis to another shape convey'd her son.