Where just deeds live, or crooked wrongs arise:
[44]Their kingly state; and, delegate from heaven,
By their vicarious hands [45]the wealth of fields is given.
The gods then form’d a second race of man,
Degenerate far; and silver years began.
Unlike the mortals of a golden kind:
Unlike in frame of limbs and mould of mind.
Yet still [46]a hundred years beheld the boy
Beneath the mother’s roof, her infant joy;
All tender and unform’d: but when the flower