'Him will I not deceive, but will assist;

But he who comes relying on such birds

As chatter vainly, who would strain and twist

The purpose of the Gods with idle words,

And deems their knowledge light, he shall have missed

His road—whilst I among my other hoards

His gifts deposit. Yet, O son of May,

I have another wondrous thing to say.

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