Through the wide compas of the ayrie coast;
And, with unwearied wings, each part t’ inquire
Of the wide rule of his renowned sire.
For he so swift and nimble was of flight,
That from this lower tract he dar’d to stie
Up to the clowdes, and thence with pineons light
To mount aloft unto the cristall skie,
To view the workmanship of heavens hight:
Whence down descending he along would flie
Upon the streaming rivers, sport to finde;