You rush to rise within the eastern sky,
and you are slow to sink into the sea.
Too early and too late – you stretch your stay
to gaze upon that girl, and your delay
prolongs the winter days. But then, at times,
your light has failed; your heart is dark, and so
your rays are darkened, too; and fear takes hold
of mortals. And you are not dark because
the moon, drawn close, has interposed itself
between the earth and you: it's love that leaves
your face so wan and weak. (4.197-203)
The plague was sent by Juno in her rage
against the people of the isle that bore
her rival's name, Aegina. A fierce scourge,
at first it seemed a sickness nature caused,
one to be fought with the physician's art;
but medicine was thwarted – nothing helped. (7.523-527)
while warning him against the waters' course,
told Theseus: "Please take shelter in my house,
you famous son of Athens; for the course
my current takes is far too ominous:
those roaring, rolling waters are quite used
to bearing off stout trees and giant rocks.
I've seen great stables standing on those shores
and seen them carried off – livestock and all;
against such surge, the bullocks' power failed,
the helpless horses' speed did not avail.
And when the snows along the mountain slopes
have melted, this – my torrent – often swallows
the bodies of young men in its wild whirlpools.
Rest here; wait till the waters ebb and find
their normal channel, and the banks confine
the current." (8.449-559)