Antipater's Greek Epigram, on the Invention of Water-mills, Translated

Ye female artizans, who grind the corn, Indulge your slumbers all the live-long morn; And let the cock, with impotent essay, Recite his usual prologue to the day; For Ceres now herself assistance lends, And to the mills the green-hair'd naiads sends. See! on the summit buxomly they bound, And, with their gambols, work the axle round. True to th' impulsive waters winds the wheel, While four huge mill-stones crush the mouldering meal. All-bounteous Ceres, as in days of yore, Your toil remits, yet still affords her store.