Stood Titan[6] when the pair, their limbs unrobed,
And glist’ning with the olive’s unctuous juice,
In friendly contest with the discus vied.”
[The younger one is struck by the discus; and like a fading flower]
“To its own weight unequal drooped the head
Of Hyacinth; and o’er him wailed the god:—
Liest thou so, Œbalia’s child, of youth
Untimely robbed, and wounded by my fault—
At once my grief and guilt?—This hand hath dealt
Thy death! ’Tis I who send thee to the grave!