Who laves in clear Castalian floodHis locks, and loves the leafy growthOf Lycia next his native wood,The Delian and the Pataran both.Strength, mindless, falls by its own weight;Strength, mix'd with mind, is made more strongBy the just gods, who surely hateThe strength whose thoughts are set on wrong.Let hundred-handed Gyas bearHis witness, and Orion knownTempter of Dian, chaste and fair,By Dian's maiden dart o'erthrown.Hurl'd on the monstrous shapes she bred,Earth groans, and mourns her children thrustTo Orcus; Aetna's weight of leadKeeps down the fire that breaks its crust;Still sits the bird on Tityos' breast,The warder of Unlawful love;Still suffers lewd Pirithous, prestBy massive chains no hand may move.