Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o’erflowing, full.
Heaven her Eridanus no more shall boast,
Whose fame in thine, like lesser current, lost;
Thy nobler streams shall visit Jove’s abodes,
To shine among the stars and bathe the gods.
Here nature, whether more intent to please
Us or herself, with strange varieties,
(For things of wonder give no less delight
To the wise Maker’s than beholders’ sight;