“Now Dædalus, behold, by fate assigned, A task proportioned to thy mighty mind.” […] “Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv’st unseen     Within thy airy shell. […] “Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels And fly, like thought, from them to me again.” […] “Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly.” […] Ori′thy′ia [Orithyia].