“The man works well and silently. He loves,
In solitude, the comfort of my fire.
And so in a bowl I brought it. As for her—
He will not have her near him. I was by;
I read his thoughts of this.”
“Absurd contriver!
Artisan of the bellows! Zeus’s butt!
As ever, you know nothing.” Aphrodite
Sparkled with rage, reviling him. “You saw
By daylight, and at labor in the field