To mark his rank and office in the skies;
But here he stoop’d, and stooping yielded sighs,—
Griev’d to the heart to see poor Bacchus so:—
Him once so warm, but now as cold as snow.
That other belted god, mysterious being,
Saturnus came, and stood fourth in the ring
Which now began to encompass Bacchus round;
His hair jet-black, his aspect most profound:
A purple garb hung loose around his loins,
To which his badge of honour meetly joins;