“Bought of my treacherous wife for cursed gold, And in the list of Argive chiefs enrolled, Resigned to fate I sought the Theban plain; Whence flock the shades that scarce thy realm contain; When, how my soul yet dreads! an earthquake came, Big with destruction, and my trembling frame, Rapt from the midst of gaping thousands, hurled To night eternal in thy nether world.”

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The Theban soothsayer. Ovid, Metamorphoses , III , Addison’s Tr. :⁠—