But this shall set a period to my talk.'
Jove stretch'd his sceptre then, with frolic grace,
And joy triumphèd on the heaven's face.
The orbs made music, and the planets danced:
460The Muses' glory was by all enhanced.
Jove then intended for to ratify
Decrees in the behoof of poesy,
Giving the bards his hand to kiss; and made
Chaplets of laurel which should never fade.
But Vulcan, to Gradive placed in oppose,