Sweetest solace of all to the sweltering traveller wayworn,Whenas the heavy heat fissures the fiery fields; Or, as to seamen lost in night of whirlwind a-gloomingGentle of breath there comes fairest and favouring breeze,Pollux anon being prayed, nor less vows offered to Castor:—Such was the aidance to us Manius pleased to afford.He to my narrow domains far wider limits laid open,He too gave me the house, also he gave me the dame,She upon whom both might exert them, partners in love deeds.Thither graceful of gait pacing my goddess white-huedCame and with gleaming foot on the worn sole of the thresholdStood she and prest its slab creakihg her sandals the while;E'enso with love enflamed in olden days to her helpmate,Laodamía the home Protesiléan besought,Sought, but in vain, for ne'er wi' sacrificial blood shedVictims appeased the Lords ruling Celestial seats:Never may I so joy in aught (Rhamnusian Virgin!) That I engage in deed maugrè the will of the Lords.How starved altar can crave for gore in piety poured,Laodamia learnt taught by the loss of her man,