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 1     2|  cavern, where he heats,~And Jove's red thunders on his anvil
 2     7|      more zeal and love,~Had Jove descended from the choirs
 3     7| Ganymede presents the cup to Jove.~ ~ XXI~They form a ring,
 4     9|  from on high,~Discharged by Jove with such a horrid sound,~
 5    14|   would have whelmed us from Jove's angry sky.~But ill can
 6    23|     Saturn, Venus, Mars, and Jove,~And the other wandering
 7    23|      against his bosom; what Jove's son~Did by Antaeus, thinking
 8    30|      That rightfully he bore Jove's beauteous bird,~To cut
 9    30|  that, the eagle flew,~Which Jove in air was wonted to sustain;~
10    33| Behold him from the Mount of Jove repair~Thither where Ambra
11    44|      his look, even Mars and Jove~Are frighted in their azure
12    46|  born a boy so fair of mien.~Jove, Venus, Mars, and Mercury