There gain’d admittance, and the infant press’d
(Muttering his wicked magic) to his breast;
And thus he said: - “Of all the powers who wait
On Jove’s decrees, and do the work of fate,
Was I, alone, despised or worthless, found,
Weak to protect, or impotent to wound?
See then thy foe, regret the friendship lost,
And learn my skill, but learn it at your cost.
“Know, then, O child! devote to fates severe,
The good shall hate thy name, the wise shall fear;