But them, as issuing from the sacred womb
They touch’d the mother’s knees, did Saturn huge
Devour: revolving in his troubled thought
Lest other one of beings heavenly-born
Usurp the kingly honours. For from earth
And starry heaven the rumour met his ear,
That it was doom’d by Fate, strong though he were,
[199]To his own son he should bow down his strength.
Jove’s wisdom this fulfill’d. No blind design
He therefore cherish’d, and in crooked craft