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450 None may transgress. May wedlock find at last,

As to full many women in the past,

For us a happy issue.

From marriage with Ægyptos' seed

Thy suppliants, mighty Zeus, defend!

All yet propitiously may end.

Cure seekest thou for cureless ill.

But certes thou the future canst not read.

How search of Zeus the hidden will?

A fathomless abyss, I trow.

For modest blessings pour thy prayer.

What moderation urgest thou?

What Heaven ordaineth, that with patience bear.

From us this wedlock's hateful hostile rite

May sovereign Zeus avert, of old who freed