Shows how a treacherous woman's lying breathOnce on a time on trustful Proetus wonTo doom to early deathToo chaste Bellerophon;Warns him of Peleus' peril, all but slainFor virtuous scorn of fair Hippolyta,And tells again each taleThat e'er led heart astray.In vain; for deafer than Icarian seasHe hears, untainted yet. But, lady fair,What if Enipeus pleaseYour listless eye? beware!Though true it be that none with surer seatO'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,Nor any swims so fleetAdown the Tuscan tide,Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,And though he call you hard,Remain obdurate still.