Jove with divinest skill his heart inspires,
And now the fourth on this dread seat enthroned
Sits Loxias,[f6] prophet of his father Jove.[n4]
These be the gods, whom chiefly I invoke:
But thee, likewise, who ’fore this temple dwellest,[n5]
Pallas, I pray, and you, ye Nymphs that love
The hollow Corycian rock,[n6] the frequent haunt
Of pleasant birds, the home of awful gods.
Thee, Bromius, too, I worship,[n7] not unweeting
How, led by thee, the furious Thyads rushed