Our planets sure with concord strangeAre blended. You by Jove's blest powerWere snatch'd from out the baleful rangeOf Saturn, and the evil hourWas stay'd, when rapturous benches fullThree times the auspicious thunder peal'd;Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shieldThe friends of Mercury, check'd the blowIn mid descent. Be sure to payThe victims and the fane you owe;Your bard a humbler lamb will slay.