She holds out bread; no dog will take a bite.
So dark is she, that entering a room
Night seems to follow her, and all is gloom.
Apollodorus
Sweet is a life apart from toil and care;
Blessed lot, with others such repose to share!
But if with beasts and apes you have to do,
Why, you must play the brute and monkey too!
In youth I felt for the untimely doom
Of offspring carried to an early tomb.