Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.

Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

The ox-eyes awful Juno.

Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.