Saying, "O lucky one, so long a maid?

And what a match for thee if thou would'st wed

Why, pretty, here is Zeus as hot as hot-

Love-sick-to have thee! Such a bolt as thou

Hast shot clean through his heart And he won't rest

Till Cypris help him win thee! Lift not then,

My daughter, a proud foot to spurn the bed

Of Zeus: but get thee gone to meadow deep