What ſure expedient then ſhall Juno find,

To calm her fears, and eaſe her boding mind?
Delays to jealous minds a torment prove;
And Thule ripens every day for love. ⁠64

⁠She mounts her car, and ſhakes the ſilken reins;
The harneſs'd peacocks ſpread their painted trains,
And ſmooth their gloſſy necks againſt the ſun:
The wheels along the level Azure run. ⁠68
Eaſtward the goddeſs guides her gaudy team,
And perfects, as ſhe rides, her forming ſcheme.

⁠The various orbs now paſs'd, adown the ſteep
Of heaven the chariot whirls, and plunges deep ⁠72
In fleecy clouds, which o'er the mid-land main
Hang pois'd in air, to bleſs the iſles with rain:
And here the panting birds repoſe a-while;
Not ſo their queen; ſhe gains the Cyprian iſle, ⁠76
By ſpeedy Zephyrs borne in thickned air:
Unſeen ſhe ſeeks, unſeen ſhe finds, the fair.

⁠Now o'er the mountain tops the riſing ſun

Shot purple rays: now Thule had begun ⁠80