That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,

Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,

"With our own feathers, not by others' hands,

Are we now smitten."[696:1]

Frag. 135 (trans. by Plumptre).

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts:

Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured

Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed

By hymns of praise. From him alone of all

The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.