Loose under, quick — foot’s serviceable carriage!And me, on these sea-products walking, may noGrudge from a distance, from the god’s eye, strike at!For great shame were my strewment-spoiling — richesSpoiling with feet, and silver-purchased textures!Of these things, thus then. But this female-strangerTenderly take inside! Who conquers mildlyGod, from afar, benignantly regardeth.