Note 7 — Volume XI. (continued 5)

That lovely valley called the Vale of Tempe, Whose refreshing shade doth many a tale adorn. Watered by cool and limpid streamlets, Is no more to be found in Thessaly: For Jupiter, the king who conquers hearts and binds them, Has bodily transported it from Thessaly to France, And in a slight degree has changed its name: For Tempe read Etampes; such is his will, And he hath so ordained, and placed it there, That there might dwell she who is France's loveliest.