And manifold fair young folk that forswore love once,
⁠ere the bloom of them ended,
Have the men that pursued and desired them subdued,
⁠by the help of us only befriended,
With such baits as a quail, a flamingo, a goose, or a cock's
⁠comb staring and splendid.

⁠All best good things that befall men come from us
⁠birds, as is plain to all reason:
For first we proclaim and make known to them spring,
⁠and the winter and autumn in season;
Bid sow, when the crane starts clanging for Afric, in
⁠shrill-voiced emigrant number,
And calls to the pilot to hang up his rudder again for the
⁠season, and slumber;
And then weave a cloak for Orestes the thief, lest he
⁠strip men of theirs if it freezes.