Adventure strange! No such in Story we, 
     New or old, true or feigned, see. 
        On Earth he seem’d to move 
        Yet Heaven went above; 
              Up in the Skies 
              His body flies 
 In open, visible, yet Magic, sort: 
     As he along the Way did sport, 
 Over the Flood he takes his nimble Course 
     Without the help of feigned Horse. 
  
 As he went tripping o’er the King’s high-way, 
      A little pearly river lay 
        O’er which, without a wing  
        Or Oar, he dar’d to swim,