"Why is such privilege to them allow'd?

"Why thus insulted by the Delian god?

"Dwells there such mischief in the pow'rs above?

"Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?"

For now Amphion too, with grief oppress'd,

Had plung'd the deadly dagger in his breast.

Niobe now, less haughty than before,

With lofty head directs her steps no more