He grasp’d a sceptre sixteen feet in length;
Himself next to great Hercules in strength:
Superb in mien, and venerably grand,
Whose eye no mortal goddess could withstand.)
Arrived; as he advanced, six feet of ground
Escaped his tread at each successive bound:
Twelve feet he stood; his hair fell o’er his brow,
And from his chin a nevious beard did flow:
Towards the soil his feather’d limbs inclined:
His countenance bespoke a gentle mind: