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Rh And half in the golden halls of heaven.

The god thus having spoken, he did not

Entertain a double wish in his mind.

And he released first the eye, and then the voice,

Of brazen-mitred Castor.

One reward of labors is sweet to one man, one to another,—

To the shepherd, and the plower, and the bird-catcher,

And whom the sea nourishes.

But every one is tasked to ward off

Grievous famine from the stomach.

Then the Muse was not

Fond of gain, nor a laboring woman;

Nor were the sweet-sounding,

Soothing strains

Of Terpsichore sold,

With silvered front.

But now she directs to observe the saying

Of the Argive, coming very near the truth,

Who cried, "Money, money, man,"

Being bereft of property and friends.