es,"--she said,
"Discordant warfare moves. Through Jove alone
"Capaneus can be conquer'd. Mutual wounds
"Shall slay the brothers. In the yawning earth
"A living prophet his own tomb shall see.
"A son avenger of his parent's death
"Upon his parent: impious for the deed,
"At once, and pious: at the action stunn'd,
"Exil'd from home, and from his senses driv'n,
"The furies' faces, and his mother's shade
"Shall haunt him; till his wife the fatal gold
"Shall ask: and till the Phegian sword shall pierce
"Their kinsman's side. Callirhoe then, the nymph
"From Acheloues sprung, suppliant shall seek
"From Jove, her infants years mature may gain.
"Mov'd by her prayers, Jove will from thee demand,
"Son's spouse, and daughter of his wife, the boon
"And unripe men thou'lt make the youths become."

While Themis thus, with fate-foretelling lips,
This spoke; the gods in murmuring grudgings mourn'd,
Angry why others might not grant the gift.
Aurora mourn'd her husband's aged years:
Mild Ceres 'plain'd that Jason's hairs were white:
Vulcan, for Erichthonius pray'd an age
Renew'd. E'en Venus future cares employ'd,
Anxious for promise that Anchises' years
Replenishment might find: And every god
Had whom he lov'd; and dark sedition grew
From special favor; till the mighty sire
The silence broke.--"If reverence I may claim,
"Where rashly rush ye? Which of you the power,
"Fate to control, possesses? Fate it was
"Gave Ioelaues youth restor'd again:
"By Fate Callirhoe's sons ere long shall spring
"To manhood, prematurely; nor can arms
"Nor yet ambition gain this gift. With souls
"More tranquil bear this; since you see the fates
"Me also rule. Could I the fates once change,
"Old age should never bend AEaecus down;
"And Rhadamanthus had perpetual spring
"Of youth enjoy'd, with Minos, now despis'd
"Through load of bitter years, nor reigns as wont."

Jove's words the deities all mov'd; not one
Longer complain'd, when heavy press'd with years
They AEaecus, and Rhadamanthus saw;
And Minos: who, when in his prime of age,
Made mightiest nations tremble at his name.
He, feeble then, at Deione's son
Miletus, trembled, who with youthful strength,
And Phoebus' origin proud swol'n, and known
About to rise against his rule:--yet him
He dar'd not from his household roof to drive.
But thou, Miletus, fled'st spontaneous, thou
Th' AEgean