When bold Prometheus, for our race,
Plunder’d of fire the mansions blest
By wicked fraud, o’er earth new bands
Of fevers brooded; forward prest
The pestilence, and new commands
Quicken’d death’s first retarded pace.
V.
On pinions, unto man denied,
Once Dædalus void æther tried.
By force hell’s bounds Alcides past.