I'm only going by what my teacher said.

Upon a winged Horſe, Icliped Pegaſus, / Swift as the fiery Racers of the Sun, / ——I fly——I fly—— / See how I mount, and cut the liquid Sky.

With a crew of ribalds, vallainous, and nought, As their coagents in this hatefull thing,

their springings and imprimings