...d he himselfe aloof did get him to a hill, From whence he sitting at his ease viewd everie way at will. Now could no lenger Jove abide his Lover so forlorne, And thereupon he cald his sonne that Maia had him borne, Commaunding Argus should be kild. He made no long abod, But tyde his feathers to his feete, and tooke his charmed rod. (With which he bringeth things asleepe, and fetcheth soules fr...