And because he of old the like game play’d,
I felt my mind exult the more within me,
That Jove should change himself into a man,
And steal in secret through a stranger-roof,
With a mere woman to intrigue.—Great Jove,
Who shakes the highest heav’ns with his thunder!
And I, poor mortal man, not do the same!——
I did it, and with all my heart I did it.
—While thoughts, like these, possess’d my soul, they call’d
The girl to bathe. She goes, bathes, then returns: