For still, to help his need,
Jove’s blue-eyed daughter, when he prayed,
Was present with her heavenly aid,
And lent the wingèd steed.
His heart with pride was lifted high;
Beyond the bounds of earth to fly
Impious he weened, and scale the sky,
And sit with Jove sublime.
Upward and northward far he sails,
O’er Carian crags and Phrygian vales,