Love’s spirit-biting flower.But — from the true course bending —She brought about, of marriage, bitter ending:Ill-resident, ill-mate, in powerPassing to the Priamidai — by sendingOf Hospitable Zeus —Erinus for a bride, — to make brides mourn, her dower.
Spoken long agoWas the ancient sayingStill among mortals staying:Man’s great prosperity at height of rise
Engenders offspring nor unchilded dies;
And, from good fortune, to such families,
Buds forth insatiate woe.
Whereas, distinct from any,Of my own mind I am:For ’t is the unholy deed begets the many,Resembling each its dam.Of households that correctly estimate,Ever a beauteous child is born of Fate.