And believe it, and she also will believe it,

being expert from experience,

And amid all the gloried and storied beauties of Maeonia

There shall be none in a better seat, not one denying your prestige,

Now you may bear fate’s stroke unperturbed,

Or Jove, harsh as he is, may turn aside your ultimate day,

Old lecher, let not Juno get wind of the matter,

Or perhaps Juno herself will go under,

If the young lady is taken?

There will be, in any case, a stir on Olympus.

IX

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THE twisted rhombs ceased their clamour of accompaniment;

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The scorched laurel lay in the fire-dust;

The moon still declined to descend out of heaven,

But the black omnious owl hoot was audible.

And one raft bears our fates

on the veiled lake toward Avernus

Sails spread on Cerulean waters, I would shed tears for two;

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