Princes of Thebes, it came into my thoug...

Princes of Thebes, it came into my thought

To stand before some holy altar-place

With frankincense and garlands. For the king,

Transported by the tempest of his fear,

Runs wild in0grief, nor like a man of sense

Reasons of present things from what hath been.

Each tongue o'ermasters him that tells of woe.

Then since my counsels are of no avail,

To thee, for thou art nearest, Lykian God,

I bring my supplication with full hand.

O grant us absolution and relief!

For seeing him, our pilot, so distraught,

Like mariners, we are all amazed with dread.