With woven threads Crossed in mysterious fashion do they bind Those whom no passion born of beauteous form Or loving couch unites.

All things on earth Change at their bidding; night usurps the day; The heavens disobey their wonted laws; At that dread hymn the Universe stands still; And Jove while urging the revolving wheels Wonders they move not.

Torrents are outpoured Beneath a burning sun; and thunder roars Uncaused by Jupiter.

From their flowing locks Vapours immense shall issue at their call; When falls the tempest seas shall rise and foam (33) Moved by their spell; though powerless the breeze To raise the billows.

Ships against the wind With bellying sails move onward.