
In Book VIII of the Metamorphoses, Ovid gives Daedalus three rules for teaching his son to fly and a kiss he does not know is the last — then breaks the rules one at a time, in reverse.
Now was the last completing stroke impos'd Upon his undertaking: First the sire On artificial wings his body pois'd, And in the beaten air suspended hung: Then his young offspring, Icarus, he taught.-- "This I my son advise, a middle course, "To keep be cautious; low if thou should'st skim, "Heavy with ocean's spray thy wings would droop: "If high, the sun would scorch them. Steer thy course "'Twixt each extreme. Nor would I wish thine eyes "To view Booetes, or the northern bear; "Nor yet Orion's naked sword. My track "Cautious pursue."--With anxious care he gives Rules thus for flight; and to his shoulders fits The new-form'd pinions. Tears his ancient cheeks Bedew'd, as thus his admonitions flow'd: And his paternal hands as thus employ'd, Beneath the office trembled. Warm salutes He gave the boy, nor knew he gave the last; Then on his feathers borne, explores the way, Timid for him who follows. So the bird, Tempts from her lofty nest her new-fledg'd brood, In the thin air. He bids him close pursue, Tries in each shape to teach the fatal skill; Shakes his own pinions, bending back to view His son's. The angler as with quivering reed, He drew his prey to land; the shepherd-swain, As o'er his staff he lean'd; the ploughman-clown, Their flight astonish'd saw, and deem'd them gods, That so at will could cleave the liquid sky.Now Samos, Juno's favor'd isle they pass'd, Delos, and Paros, all to left;--to right Labyrithos lay, and rich in honey'd sweets Calymne: when the heedless boy o'erjoy'd In his bold flight, the precepts of his guide Contemning, soar'd to heaven a loftier range. The neighbouring sun's fierce heat the fragrant wax Which bound, his pinions, soften'd. Soon the wax Dissolves; and now his naked arms he waves; But destitute of power his course to steer, No air his arms can gather; loud he calls His father's name, as in the azure deep He drops,--the deep which still his name retains.
— Book VIII of Ovid's Metamorphoses, in J. J. Howard's blank-verse translation, The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidius Naso in English Blank Verse (London: printed for the author, 1807), volume II, read in the Project Gutenberg transcription 3. The lines cover the closing third of the story in the Latin, from line 200 to the naming of the sea at line 235 in the text edited by Hugo Magnus 2. Howard's Labyrithos stands where the Latin names Lebinthos.
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