That with its blood once made the harbour hot. 1400 Folco that people called me unto whom 1401 My name was known; and now with me this heaven Imprints itself, as I did once with it; For more the daughter of Belus never burned, 1402 Offending both Sichaeus and Creusa, Than I, so long as it became my locks, Nor yet that Rodophean, who deluded 1403 Was by Demophoon, nor yet Alcides, 1404 When Iole he in his heart had locked. Yet here is no repenting, but we smile, 1405 Not at the fault, which comes not back to mind, But at the power which ordered and foresaw. Here we behold the art that doth adorn 1406 With such affection, and the good discover Whereby the world above turns that below. But that thou wholly satisfied mayst bear