Jove helping Hector, and his host, thus close Achive fleet, He let them then their own strengths try, and season there their sweet With ceaseless toils and grievances; for now he turn’d his face, Look’d down, and view’d the far-off land of well-rode men in Thrace, Of the renown’d milk-nourish’d men, the Hippemolgians, Long-liv’d, most just, and innocent, and close-fought Mysians. Nor turn’d he any more to Troy his ever-shining eyes, Because he thought not any one, of all the Deities, When his care left th’ indiff’rent field, would aid on either side. But this security in Jove the great Sea-Rector spied, Who sat aloft on th’ utmost top of shady Samothrace, And view’d the fight. His chosen seat stood in so brave a place, That Priam’s city, th’ Achive ships, all Ida, did appear To his full view; who from the sea was therefore seated there. He took much ruth to see the Greeks by Troy sustain such ill, And, mightily incens’d with Jove, stoop’d straight from that steep hill, That shook as he flew off, so hard his parting press’d the height. The woods, and all the great hills near, trembled beneath the weight Of his immortal moving feet. Three steps he only took, Before he far-off Ægas reach’d, but, with the fourth, it shook With his dread entry. In the depth of those seas he did hold His bright and glorious palace, built of never-rusting gold; And there arriv’d, he put in coach his brazen-footed steeds, All golden-maned, and pac’d with wings; and all in golden weeds He cloth’d himself. The golden scourge, most elegantly done, He took, and mounted to his seat; and then the God begun To drive his chariot through the waves. From whirlpits ev’ry way The whales exulted under him, and knew their king; the sea For joy did open; and, his horse so swift and lightly flew, The under axletree of brass no drop of water drew; And thus these deathless coursers brought their king to th’ Achive ships. ‘Twixt th’ Imber cliffs and Tenedos, a certain cavern creeps Into the deep sea’s gulfy breast, and there th’ Earth-shaker stay’d His forward steeds, took them from coach, and heav’nly fodder laid In reach before them; their brass hoves he girt with gyves of gold, Not to be broken, nor dissolved, to make them firmly hold A fit attendance on their king; who went to th’ Achive host, Which, like to tempests or wild flames, the clust’ring Trojans tost, Insatiably valorous, in Hector’s like command, High sounding, and resounding, shouts; for hope cheer’d ev’ry hand, To make the Greek fleet now their prise, and all the Greeks destroy. But Neptune, circler of the earth, with fresh heart did employ The Grecian hands. In strength of voice and body he did take Calchas’ resemblance, and, of all, th’ Ajaces first bespake, Who of themselves were free enough: “Ajaces, you alone Sustain the common good of Greece, in ever putting on The memory of fortitude, and flying shameful flight. Elsewhere the desp’rate hands of Troy could give me no affright,