It made unbidden feast;With blood the house was watered,To household came a woe there was no staying:Great mischief many-slaying! From God it was-some priestOf Até, in the house, by nurture thus increased.At first, then, to the city of Ilion wentA soul, as I might say, of windless calm —Wealth’s quiet ornament,An eyes’-dart bearing balm,Love’s spirit-biting flower.But — from the true course bending —She brought about, of marriage, bitter ending:Ill-resident, ill-mate, in powerPassing to the Priamidai — by sendingOf Hospitable Zeus —Erinus for a bride, — to make brides mourn, her dower. Spoken long agoWas the ancient sayingStill among mortals staying:Man’s great prosperity at height of riseEngenders offspring nor unchilded dies;And, from good fortune, to such families,Buds forth insatiate woe.Whereas, distinct from any,Of my own mind I am:For ’t is the unholy deed begets the many,Resembling each its dam.Of households that correctly estimate,Ever a beauteous child is born of Fate.