Pass’d all the broad sea, and arriv’d in Lemnos, at the tow’rs Of godlike Thoas, where she met the Prince of all men’s pow’rs, Death’s brother, Sleep; whose hand she took, and said: “Thou king of men, Prince of the Gods too, if before thou heard’st my suits, again Give helpful ear, and through all times I’ll offer thanks to thee. Lay slumber on Jove’s fi’ry eyes, that I may comfort me With his embraces; for which grace I’ll grace thee with a throne Incorruptible, all of gold, and elegantly done By Mulciber, to which he forg’d a footstool for the ease Of thy soft feet, when wine and feasts thy golden humours please.” Sweet Sleep replied: “Satunia, there lives not any God, Besides Jove, but I would becalm; aye if it were the Flood, That fathers all the Deities, the great Oceanus; But Jove we dare not come more near, than he commandeth us. Now you command me as you did, when Jove’s great-minded son, Alcides, having sack’d the town of stubborn Ilion, Took sail from thence; when by your charge I pour’d about Jove’s mind A pleasing slumber, calming him, till thou drav’st up the wind, In all his cruelties, to sea, that set his son ashore In Cous, far from all his friends. Which, waking, vex’d so sore The supreme Godhead, that he cast the Gods about the sky, And me, above them all, he sought, whom he had utterly Hurl’d from the sparkling firmament, if all-gods-taming Night (Whom, flying, I besought for aid) had suffer’d his despite, And not preserv’d me; but his wrath with my offence dispens’d, For fear t’ offend her, and so ceas’d, though never so incens’d. And now another such escape, you wish I should prepare.” She answer’d: “What hath thy deep rest to do with his deep care? As though Jove’s love to Ilion in all degrees were such As ’twas to Hercules his son, and so would storm as much For their displeasure as for his? Away, I will remove Thy fear with giving thee the dame, that thou didst ever love, One of the fair young Graces born, divine Pasithae.” This started Somnus into joy, who answer’d: “Swear to me, By those inviolable springs, that feed the Stygian lake, With one hand touch the nourishing earth, and in the other take The marble sea, that all the Gods, of the infernal state, Which circle Saturn, may to us be witnesses, and rate What thou hast vow’d; That with all truth, thou wilt bestow on me, The dame I grant I ever lov’d, divine Pasithae.” She swore, as he enjoin’d, in all, and strengthen’d all his joys By naming all th’ infernal Gods, surnam’d the Titanois. The oath thus taken, both took way, and made their quick repair To Ida from the town, and isle, all hid in liquid air. At Lecton first they left the sea, and there the land they trod; The fountful nurse of savages, with all her woods, did nod Beneath their feet; there Somnus stay’d, lest Jove’s bright eye should see, And yet, that he might see to Jove, he climb’d the goodliest tree That all th’ Idalian mountain bred, and crown’d her progeny,