And oft his flaming locks in luscious nectar steeps,
When from Olympus’ top he plungeth in the deeps:
That from[52] th’ Armoric sands, on surging Neptune’s leas,
Through the Hibernic gulf (those rough Vergivian seas)
My verse with wings of skill may fly a lofty gait,
As Amphitrite clips this island fortunate,
Till through the sleepy main to[53] Thuly I have gone,
And seen the frozen isles, the cold[54] Deucalidon,
Amongst whose iron rocks grim Saturn yet remains,
Bound in those gloomy caves with adamantine chains.