Slaying their host at the hest dealt by a lord of less worth,So might the gateway of Heaven be trodden by more of the godheads,Nor might Hébé abide longer to maidenhood doomed.Yet was the depth of thy love far deeper than deepest of marishWhich the hard mistress's yoke taught him so tamely to bear;Never was head so dear to a grandsire wasted by life-tideWhenas one daughter alone a grandson so tardy had reared,Who being found against hope to inherit riches of forbearsIn the well-witnessed Will haply by name did appear,And 'spite impious hopes of baffled claimant to kinshipStartles the Vulturine grip clutching the frost-bitten poll.Nor with such rapture e'er joyed his mate of snowy-hued plumageDove-mate, albeit aye wont in her immoderate heat Said be the bird to snatch hot kisses with beak ever billing,As diddest thou :—yet is Woman multivolent still. But thou 'vailedest alone all these to conquer in love-lowe,When conjoindd once more unto thy yellow-haired spouse.Worthy of yielding to her in naught or ever so little Came to the bosom of us she, the fair light of my life,Round whom fluttering oft the Love-God hither and thither