All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable
For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
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