‘Mid the deep thickets of the forest glades,
No game escaped his swift pursuing feet,
Nor hound could match his prowess in the chace.
But now his days are evil, since his lord
Is dead, and careless women heed him not.
For when the master’s hand no longer rules,
Servants no longer work in order due.
Full half the virtue leaves the man condemned
By wide-eyed Zeus to drag the servile chain.’
Thus as he spake, he crossed the stately hall,