He ceas’d, and soft applauses sprung
From ev’ry heart to ev’ry tongue:
Then one arose among the rest,
And mov’d,—That Jove might be addrest,
Arms on their monarch to bestow,
Like those so dreadful on their foe.
The rest consent, the pray’r is made,
Jove will’d, and Nature straight obey’d.
Columbo feels his form distend,
His beak grow crook’d, claws extend;