Who floods the earth with his illuming rays?155
And what of him who makes the earth to quake,
The bolts of Aetna flashing in his hand,
The father of the gods? And dost thou think
That it can be that thou couldst hide thy sin
From these thy grandsires, all-beholding ones?
But even should the favor of the gods,
Complaisant, hide thy shame from all the world;160
Though to thy lust alone should fall that grace
Denied to other crimes: still must thou fear.