if I but stretch this hand, I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land; I fix the chain to great Olympus’ height, And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight! […] nor fear the tide: I, though near-seen a bull, am heavenly Jove: I change my shape at will.” […]                     “Climbing Heaven’s blue dome, I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.” […] shall I my charms disgrace By making such an odious face?” […] “O my beloved, how divinely sweet Is the pure joy when kindred spirits meet!