Speak to the waves: thou speak’st to me as vainly!
Deem not that I, to win a smile from Jove,
Will spread a maiden smoothness o’er my soul,
And importune the foe whom most I hate
With womanish upliftings of the hands.
Thou’lt see the deathless die first!
Hermes.
I have said
Much, but that much is vain: thy rigid nature
To thaw with prayer is hopeless. A young colt