MITOLOGY

Hairy, pusillanimous Marsyas crooned to his beloved sea nymph, wailed with childlike fervour, and like a heroic-loving muse, bowed his panting head. It is in vain! All may be in vain! In vain did he call on woodland Diana for help, Clinging to the divine fate of thunderbolts, Good father to the gods: A self-shelter of merciless vengeance, Of foul intrigue, of foul hubris.

Perhaps he could not know that the sea-nymph, the chattering-horse, the Martian Marcius, his faithful love, had accepted. In vain would I recount to thee the memory of my useless man-tormenting useless pains, and all the conquering romantic fancies, tentatively conceived and stuck on this earth, to whom I have waited, gentle but persistent, for my loving compliments to kiss. Your career-centred, flaming heart I feel for me unrelieved, and you learn no more lesson by example: as I endured my unrelenting flaying from Apollo for you.

And so it seems to go on till the world be. And the time may come when the foolish lover of heroes shall be excited in immortal instincts of the Universe. They shall all from me the sacrifice of wasting forbearance, the humiliating service of undertaking. Thou dear, dear creature, thou mayst be ready to make amends to thy almighty father Zeus, if thou wilt love me for ever!