Go thou before me still thy circling shores about,
And in this wand’ring maze help to conduct me out:
Direct my course so right, as with thy hand to show
Which way thy forests range, which way thy rivers flow;
Wise Genius, by thy help that so I may descry
How thy fair mountains stand, and how thy vallies lie;
From those clear pearly cliffs which see the morning’s pride,
And check the surly imps of Neptune when they chide,
Unto the big-swoln waves in the[51] Iberian stream,
Where Titan still unyokes his fiery-hoofed team,