Should pour to cleanse the guilt
[*]Of murder that the sin-stained hand defiles,
[*]Would yet flow all in vain
[*]That guilt to purify.
Epode
But now to me, since the high Gods have sent
A doom of bondage round my city's walls,
(For from my father's home
They have brought on me fate of slavery,)
Deeds right and wrong alike