<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg011.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><div type="textpart" subtype="iambic"><sp><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg011.perseus-eng2" rend="indent" resp="perseus" n="466">Leave me, my maidens—unwelcome service does not grow welcome—lying where I fell; my sufferings now, my troubles past, afflictions yet to come, all claim this lowly posture. Gods of heaven! small help I find in calling such allies, </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg011.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="470">yet is there something in the form of invoking heaven, whenever we fall on evil days. First I will sing of my former blessings; so shall I inspire the greater pity for my present woes. Born to royal estate and wedded to a royal lord, </l></sp></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>