But when the sun’s all-glorious light was down, Each to his sleeping-place betook himself; For Vulcan, the lame god, with marvellous art, Had framed for each the chamber of his rest.

And Jupiter, the Olympian Thunderer, Went also to his couch, where ’twas his wont, When slumber overtook him, to recline. And there, beside him, slept the white-armed queen Juno, the mistress of the golden throne.