Arachne, a-rak'ne, in Greek legend, a Lydian maiden who presumed to compete with Minerva in the art of weaving. As a punishment, she was changed into a spider. The story has been told by the Latin Ovid in a poem entitled The Punishment of Arachne. Edmund Spenser has retold the tale in Muiopotmos, from which the following stanzas are quoted: Amongst these leaves she made a butterfly With excellent device and wondrous slight, Fluttering among the olives wantonly, That seemed to live, so like it was in sight; The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie, The silken down with which his back is dight, His broad outstretched horns, his hairy thighs, His glorious colors, and his glistening eyes. Which, when Arachne saw, as overlaid And mastered with workmanship so rare She stood astonished long, ne aught gainsaid; And with fast-fixed eyes on her did stare And by her silence, sign of one dismayed, The victory did yield her as her share; Yet did she inly fret and felly burn, And all her blood to poisonous rancor turn. Garrick has also alluded to Arachne in a short poem, Upon a Lady's Embroidery: Arachne once, as poets tell, A goddess at her art defied, And soon the daring mortal fell The hapless victim of her pride. Oh, then, beware Arachne's fate; Be prudent, Chloe, and submit, For you'll most surely meet her hate. Who rival both her art and wit. See SPIDER; TAPESTRY.