Not for naught did he naughty seem
God's love was the manciple's dream
For vision divine she'd duly die
Bacchus sewn in Jupiter's thigh
Came across the bizarre story of Bacchus' birth in a footnote in the Penguin edition of Spenser's The Faerie Queene.
His mother, Semele, died after seeing Zeus in his real lightning-blasting form--Hera tricked her into asking him to do that--so Zeus took their unborn child, who would become the god Bacchus (aka Dionysus), and carried him to term inside his thigh. :o
The romance came up in Faerie Queene
as part of a long list of kinky mythological love stories--Zeus was in the form of an eagle when he became enamored with Semele--leading up to "The Masque of Cupid" in book 3, which is a moral allegory on chastity. "Manciple" is a nifty old word Spenser used elsewhere in the poem; it was the starting point of this poem (oh no wait, first the not-naught-naughty thing popped into my head), which then added on the thigh-sewing thing that I guess had left an impression on me, and somehow gradually became a poem about Semele--who ended up fitting nicely into the "manciple" role, since she was a priestess of Zeus (Jupiter/Jove etc). Ah serendipity.
I squeezed the letters divided by apostrophe's a little closer together; by default they come out pretty widely spaced in Clarisse~.