Pleased Hymen now his golden torch displays; With rich oblations fragrant altars blaze, Sweet wreaths of choicest flowers are hung on high, And cloudless pleasure smiles in every eye; The melting music melting thoughts inspires, And warbling songsters aid the warbling lyres; The palace opens wide in pompous state, And, by his peers surrounded, Cepheus sate; A feast was served, fit for a king to give, And fit for godlike heroes to receive. The banquet ended, the gay cheerful bowl Moved round, and brighten’d, and enlarged each soul. Then Perseus ask’d what customs there obtain’d, And by what laws the people were restrain’d; Which told, the teller a like freedom takes, And to the warrior his petition makes, To know what arts had won Medusa’s snakes.