Of which not e’en the great Supernal Powers
May hope to rob him. By his ruthless hand,
Already seized, the noble victim lay,
The heir of empire, in his glowing prime
And noonday, struck:—Admetus, the revered,
The bless’d, the loved, by all who own’d his sway—
By his illustrious parents, by the realms
Surrounding his—and oh! what need to add,
How much by his Alcestis?—Such was he,
Already in th’ unsparing grasp of death