Made impious pretence that Jove with him,
Unseen, walk’d, talk’d and jested; for he spoke
To nothing by his side; or frown’d; or broke
In answering smiles; or shook a playful rim
Of raiment coyly. ‘Earth,’ he said, ‘is mine—
No vapour. Yet Caligula, brother Jove,
Will love thee if he find thee worthy love;
If not, his solid powers shall war with thine
And break them, God of Cloud.’ The courtiers round,
As in the presence of two deities, bent