With power on earth and o’er the untill’d sea:
Nor less her glory from the starry heaven,
Chief honour’d by immortals: and if one
Of earthly men performing the due rite
Of victim divination, would appease
The gods above, he calls on Hecaté:
To him, whose prayer the goddess gracious hears,
High honour comes spontaneous, and to him
She yields all affluence; for the power is hers.
Whatever gods, the sons of heaven and earth,