LII

'With me, you unkind God?'—said Mercury:

'Is it about these cows you tease me so?

I wish the race of cows were perished!—I

Stole not your cows—I do not even know

What things cows are. Alas! I well may sigh

That, since I came into this world of woe,

I should have ever heard the name of one—

But I appeal to the Saturnian's throne.'