Ovid,
Metamorphoses (tr. Garth, Dryden…
(1727)
“ She cleaves the Ground; thro' Caverns dark I run A diff'rent Current, while he keeps his own. To dear Ortygia she conducts my Way, And here I first review the welcome Day. Here Arethusa stopt; then Ceres takes Her golden Carr, and yokes her fiery Snakes; With a just Rein, along Mid-heaven she flies O'er Earth, and Seas, and cuts the yielding Skies. ”
