Of Hippocrene—and hence its lasting fame.
Still flows the cooling fount in Thespian grove—
Treads Pegasus th' elysian fields of Jove. 230

⁠While slow the stars of Cynosyra roll,
Creeping in narrow circle round the pole;
The furious Ram pursues a swift career
Through the wide centre of the crystal sphere.
No splendid gems his golden fleece adorn—
Two dimly glitter on his crooked horn.
If you would find him in the crowded skies,
Beneath Andromeda's bright belt he lies.
On the same path he round the heaven is borne,
As Scorpio's claws, and fam'd Orion's zone. 240

⁠Deltoton next—another sign—is given,
Which marks the place of Aries in the heaven.
Three stars the form of a Triangle trace—
Two equal sides upon a shorter base.
Southward of this, declining to the west,
Behold his ample horns and shaggy breast.

⁠Where the equator cuts the zodiac line,
On the blue vault the glittering Fishes shine.
Though far apart a diamond-studded chain,