Through cheated guards, convey’d the golden fleece. But now to bolder action I proceed, Of such prevailing juices now have need, That wither’d years back to their bloom can bring, And in dead winter raise a second spring. And you’ll perform ’t⁠— You will; for lo! the stars, with sparkling fires, Presage as bright success to my desires: And, now, another happy omen see! A chariot drawn by dragons waits for me.”