Lent hospitable, as to suppliant due:
And more for this, e’en from the heart they gave
All honour and observance. So he lived,
Exulting in his graceful-ankled spouse
Alcmena. When the rapid year roll’d round,
We, far unlike in stature and in soul,
Were born, thy sire and I: him Jove bereaved
Of wisdom; who from his parental home
Went forth, and to the fell Eurystheus bore
His homage. Wretch! for he most sure bewail’d