Minerva, he with treacheries of smooth speech
Beguiled her thought, and hid his spouse away
In his own breast: so Earth and starry Heaven
Had counsell’d: him they both advising warn’d
Lest, in the place of Jove, another seize
The kingly honour o’er immortal gods.
For so the Fates had destined, that from her
An offspring should be born, of wisest strain.
First the Tritonian virgin azure-eyed:
Of equal might and prudence with her sire: