When that with meat and drink they had fulfilled Not temperately but like him conceived In monstrous jest at Meudon, whose regale Stands for exemplar of Gargantuan greed, In his own name supreme, they issued forth Beneath new firmaments and stars astray, Circumvoluminant; nor had they felt Neither the passage nor the sad effect Of many cups partaken, till that frost Wrought on them hideous, and their minds deceived. Thus choosing from a progeny of roads, That seemed but were not, one most reasonable, Of purest moonlight fashioned on a wall, Thither they urged their chariot whom that flint But tressed received, itself unscathed, not they.
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