Through shifting hazards, by the Fates' decree, / to Latin shores we steer, our promised land to see. / There quiet settlements the Fates display, / there Troy her ruined fortunes shall repair. / Bear up; reserve you for a happier day."

But she said: I have here my servant Bala: go in unto her, that she may bear upon my knees, and I may have children by her.

I'm glad it's not rainy today because it's easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day.