"Max. Thou liest. There's not a god inhabits there,
But, for this Christian, would all heaven forswear:
Even Jove would try new shapes her love to win,
And in new birds, and unknown beasts would sin;
At least, if Jove could love like Maximin."—
"Tyrannic Love," p. 17.
"Some god now, if he dare relate what pass'd;
Say, but he's dead, that god shall mortal be."—Ibid. p. 7.
"Provoke my rage no farther, lest I be