Nor of his griefs remembers aught: so soon
The Muse’s gift has turn’d his woes away.
Daughters of Jove! all hail! but oh inspire
The lovely song! record the heavenly race
Of gods existing ever: those who sprang
From earth and starry heaven and murky night,
And whom the salt deep quicken’d. Say how first
The gods and earth became: how rivers flow’d:
Th’ unbounded sea raged high in foamy swell,
The stars shone forth, and overhead the sky