Now on all sides the potent flames aspire, And crackle round those limbs that mock the fire. A sudden terror seized the immortal host, Who thought the world’s profess’d defender lost. This when the Thunderer saw, with smiles he cries, “ ’Tis from your fears, ye gods, my pleasures rise; Joy swells my breast, that my all-ruling hand O’er such a grateful people boasts command, That you my suffering progeny would aid; Though to his deeds this just respect be paid, Me you’ve obliged. Be all your fears forborne, The Oetean fires do thou, great hero, scorn. Who vanquish’d all things shall subdue the flame That part alone of gross material frame Fire shall devour; while what from me he drew Shall live immortal, and its force subdue That, when he’s dead, I’ll raise to realms above; May all the powers the righteous act approve! If any god dissent, and judge too great The sacred honours of the heavenly seat, Ev’n he shall own his deeds deserve the sky, Ev’n he reluctant shall at length comply.” The assembled powers assent. No frown till now Had mark’d with passion vengeful Juno’s brow.