What boots it, while fair Scylla scorns my love?”
Thus far the god; and more he would have said; When from his presence flew the ruthless maid. Stung with repulse, in such disdainful sort, He seeks Titanian Circe’s horrid court.
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What boots it, while fair Scylla scorns my love?”
Thus far the god; and more he would have said; When from his presence flew the ruthless maid. Stung with repulse, in such disdainful sort, He seeks Titanian Circe’s horrid court.