Then let us bend him; charms will find the way.
Deianira: What magic herbs does distant Pontus yield,465
Or Pindus 'neath the rocks of Thessaly,
Where I may find a charm to bend his will?
Though Luna leave the stars and fall to earth,
Obedient to thy magic; though the crops
In winter ripen; though the hurtling bolt
Stand still at thy command; though all the laws470
Of nature be reversed, and stars shine out
Upon the noonday skies—he would not yield.