“Is any rev’rence to our presence given, Then why this discord ’mong the powers of heaven? Who can the settled will of fate subdue? ’Twas by the Fates that Iolaus knew A second youth. The Fates’ determined doom Shall give Callirhoe’s race a youthful bloom. Arms nor ambition can this power obtain; Quell your desires; ev’n me the Fates restrain. Could I their will control, no rolling years Had Aeacus bent down with silver hairs; Then Rhadamanthus still had youth possess’d, And Minos with eternal bloom been bless’d.” Jove’s words the synod moved; the powers give o’er, And urge in vain unjust complaint no more. Since Rhadamanthus’ veins now slowly flow’d, And Aeacus and Minos bore the load; Minos, who in the flower of youth and fame Made mighty nations tremble at his name, Infirm with age, the proud Miletus fears, Vain of his birth, and in the strength of years; And now regarding all his realms as lost, He durst not force him from his native coast. But you by choice, Miletus, fled his reign, And thy swift vessel plough’d the Aegean main;