“Then, too, that thou may’st hold thy course aright, And neither turn aside to left nor right, Straight through the Bull’s fell horns thy path must go, Through the fierce Lion, and the Archer’s bow.”

After this Phaethon says:⁠—

“Harness the chariot which you yield to me,

“Harness the chariot which you yield to me,

I am encouraged by these things with which you think to scare me: I long to stand where the Sun himself trembles to stand.” It is the part of grovellers and cowards to follow the safe track; courage loves a lofty path.