And the warm heart in sprinkling foam exhales.”
This is the Jupiter whom all revere,
Whom I name Jupiter, and Greeks call Air:
He also is the Wind, the Clouds, the Rain;
Cold, after Showers, then Wind and Air again:
All these are Jove, who social life maintains,
And the huge monsters of the wild sustains.
“He first restored the state by wise delay,
Heedless of what a censuring world might say;
Hence time has hallow’d his immortal name,