esse quidem memini mitissima sedibus illis numina, sed timeo qui nocuere deos. terretur minimo pennae stridore columba, unguibus, accipiter, saucia facta tuis. nec procul a stabulis audet discedere, siqua excussa est avidi dentibus agna lupi. vitaret caelum Phathon, si viveret, et quos optarat stulte, tangere nollet equos. me quoque, quae sensi, fateor Iovis arma timere: me reor infesto, cum tonat, igne peti.
There are, I know, in those shrines deities of exceeding mercy, but I still fear the gods who have wrought me harm. The least rustle of a feather brings dread upon the dove that thy talons, O hawk, have wounded. Nor does any lamb, once wrested from the teeth of a ravenous wolf, venture to go far from the fold. Phathon would avoid the sky if he were alive; the steeds which in his folly he desired, he would refuse to touch. I too admit'for I have felt it'that I fear the weapon of Jupiter: I believe myself the target of a hostile bolt whenever the thunder roars.
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