“O Sleep, whose sway is over all the gods And all mankind, if ever thou didst heed My supplication, hearken to me now, And I shall be forever grateful. Close The glorious eyes of Jove beneath his lids Midst our embracings, and for thy reward Thou shalt possess a sumptuous throne of gold Imperishable. Vulcan, my lame son, Shall forge it for thee, and adorn its sides, And place below a footstool, upon which Thy shining feet shall rest in banqueting.”