Thus many things did I endure for thee, And many toils perform; and since the gods Vouchsafed no son to me, it was my thought To train thee as a son, that thou mightst be, O godlike man! the bulwark of my age. And now subdue that mighty spirit of thine: Ill it becomes thee to be merciless: The gods themselves are placable, though far Above us all in honor and in power And virtue. We propitiate them with vows, Incense, libations, and burnt-offerings, And prayers for those who have offended. Prayers Are daughters of almighty Jupiter⁠— Lame, wrinkled, and squint-eyed⁠—that painfully Follow Misfortune’s steps; but strong of limb And swift of foot Misfortune is, and, far Outstripping all, comes first to every land, And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers Do afterwards redress. Whoe’er receives Jove’s daughters reverently when they approach, Him willingly they aid, and to his suit They listen. Whosoever puts them by With obstinate denial, they appeal To Jove, the son of Saturn, and entreat