To Deianeira.
Chorus
With respect I reproach you for your weeping, but still I will speak in dissent. [125] You must not, I say, wear away fair hope. Remember that the all-accomplishing king, the son of Cronus, does not appoint a painless lot for mortals. Sorrow and joy revolve to all, as the stars of the Bear [130] move in their circling paths.
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