Chapter 34 No.34

Not now to my Sicilian mount I turn,

Where thou dost forge the thunderbolts of Jove,

Here, rugged Vulcan will I stay;

Here, where a prouder giant moves,

Who burns and rages against Heaven in vain,

Soliciting new cares and divers trials.

Here is a better smith and Mongibello[A]

A better anvil, better forge and hammer;

For her