Ovid,
Metamorphoses (tr. Garth, Dryden…
(1727)
“ Had wander'd spotless thro' th' Elysian Grove. But if the Gods above have Pow'r to know, And judge those Actions that are done below; Unless the dreaded Thunders of the Sky, Like me, subdu'd, and violated lye; Still my Revenge shall take its proper Time, And suit the Baseness of your hellish Crime. My self, abandon'd, and devoid of Shame, Thro' the wide World your Actions will proclaim; Or tho' I'm prison'd in this lonely Den, Obscur'd, and bury'd from the Sight of Men, My mournful Voice the pitying Rocks shall move, And my Complainings echo thro' the Grove. ”
