“These friendly words awhile consoled the fair;
For grief imparted oft alleviates care.”
John Hoole (1727–1803) British translator
Book XLII, line 202
Translations, Orlando Furioso of Ludovico Ariosto (1773)
“It doth repent me; words are quick and vain;
Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine.”
Prometheus, Act I, l. 304
Prometheus Unbound (1818–1819; publ. 1820)
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