And in his honour, Jove now made to cease
The wrath he felt before; ’gainst him who strove
In wisdom e’en with Saturn’s mighty son.
Of yore when strife arose for sacrifice,
Twixt gods and men, within Mecona’s walls,
Prometheus wilful [203]parted a huge ox
And set before the god: so tempting him
With purpose to deceive: for here he laid
The unctuous substance, entrails, and the flesh
Close cover’d with the belly of the hide: