The loving wife, believing Rumor's story and overcome by news of that new love, at first gives way to tears - her misery finds its release in weeping constantly.
Now Jove, his father, the all-powerful, rode down to earth and wrapped him in a cloud and, in his four-horse chariot, carried off his son and set him in the sky among the bright stars. Heaven now was heavier on Atlas' shoulders.
But we are young: it is audacity that's opportune in love. We've yet to learn what's licit: we think nothing is forbidden; we take as our examples the great gods.
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