Those Nectar Gods, of glorious stature hewn

To quicken hymns, that they did hear, incensed,

From one whose part was by decree

The jester's; but they boiled to feel him bite.

Better for them had they with Reason fenced

Or smiled corrected! They in the great Gods' might

Their prober crushed, as fingers flea.

Crumbled Olympus when the sovereign sire