On this delightless rock, fixed and erect,
With lid unsleeping, and with knee unbent.
Alas! what groans and wails shalt thou pour forth,
Fruitless. Jove is not weak that he should bend;[n6]
For young authority must ever be
Harsh and severe.
Might.
Enough of words and tears.
This god, whom all the gods detest, wilt thou
Not hate, thou, whom his impious larceny