Then, dreading the revenge that must ensue, High mounted on her dragon coach she few; And in her stately progress through the skies, Beneath her shady Pelion first she spies, With Othrys, that above the clouds did rise, With skilful Chiron’s cave, and neighb’ring ground, For old Cerambus’ strange escape renown’d, By nymphs deliver’d when the world was drown’d, Who him with unexpected wings supplied, When deluged hills a safe retreat denied. Aeolian Pitane on her left hand She saw, and there the statued dragon stand, With Ida’s grove, where Bacchus, to disguise His son’s bold theft, and to secure the prize, Made the stolen steer a stag to represent; Cocytus’ father’s sandy monument; And fields that held the murder’d sire’s remains, Where howling Moera frights the startled plains: Euryphilus’ high town, with towers defaced By Hercules and matrons more disgraced, With sprouting horns, in signal punishment, From Juno or resenting Venus sent. Then Rhodes, which Phoebus did so dearly prize, And Jove no less severely did chastise;