Who durst her infant majesty oppose.
But when his tender strength in time shall rise
To dare ill tongues, and fascinating eyes,
This isle, which hides the little Thunderer's fame,
Shall be too narrow to contain his name:
The artillery of heaven shall make him known;
Crete[322] could not hold the god, when Jove was grown.
As Jove's increase,[323] who from his brain was born,
Whom arms and arts did equally adorn,
Free of the breast was bred, whose milky taste