'Oh heart of stone, how canst thou lie here alone?' said the God, 'Thou joy of a thousand sweet mistresses, how, oh my slave?' In disarrayed nightrobe I leap to bare feet and essay To follow all paths; but a road can discover by none. One moment I hasten; the next it is torture to move, It irks me again to turn back, shame forbids me to halt And stand in the midst of the road. Lo! the voices of men, The roar of the streets, and the songs of the birds, and the bark Of vigilant watch-dogs are hushed! Alone, I of all Society dread both my slumber and couch, and obey Great Lord of the Passions, thy mandate which on me was laid." CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINTH. (Such thoughts as these, of lovely Circe's charms so wrought upon my mind that) I disordered my bed by embracing the image, as it were, of my mistress, (but my efforts were all wasted.) This obstinate (affliction finally wore out my patience, and I cursed the hostile deity by whom I was bewitched. I soon recovered my composure, however, and, deriving some consolation from thinking of the heroes of old, who had been persecuted by the anger of the gods, I broke out in these lines:) Hostile gods and implacable rate not me alone pursue; Herakles once suffered the weight of heaven's displeasure too Driven from the Inachian coast: Laomedon of old Sated two of the heavenly host: in Pelias, behold Juno's power to avenge an affront; and Telephus took arms Knowing not he must bear the brunt; Ulysses feared the storms Angry Neptune decreed as his due. Now, me to overwhelm Outraged Priapus ever pursues on land and Nereus' realm.