In the infernal pit Astolpho hears Of Lydia's woe, by smoke well-nigh opprest.
He mounts anew, and him his courser bears To the terrestrial paradise addrest.
By John advised in all, to heaven he steers;
Of some of his lost sense here repossest, Orlando's wasted wit as well he takes, Sees the Fates spin their threads, and earthward makes.