These gloomy Night brought self-conceiving forth:
And Sleep and all the hovering host of dreams.
[163]Then bare she Momus; Care, still brooding sad
On many griefs; and next [164]th’ Hesperian maids,
Whose charge o’er-sees the fruits of blooming gold
Beyond the sounding ocean, the fair trees
Of golden fruitage. Then the Destinies
Arose, and Fates in vengeance pitiless:
Clotho, and Lachesis, and Atropos:
Who at the birth of men dispense the lot