I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams.
My sick heart shows That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept: Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.Ben Jonson
Nay, in death's hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove's.Abraham Cowley
Or ask of yonder argent fields above Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove.Alexander Pope
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil, one, and one of good.