Gloried. But other counsel secret wove
Within his breast the sire of gods and men:
That both to gods and to th’ inventive race
Of man a great deliverer might arise
Sprung from his loins, of plague-repelling fame.
Deep-framing in his inmost soul deceit,
He through the nightly darkness took his way
From high Olympus, glowing with the love
Of her, the fair-one of the graceful zone.
Swift to the Typhaonian mount he pass’d: