All was now life, joy, and motion. […] In vain the bereaved mother besought the life of one little one: the selfish, hardhearted father would not relent. […] The disciple’s talent was so great, that he soon rivalled his master, and even, it is said, recalled the dead to life. […] Apollo, touched by his master’s kindness, wished to bestow some favour in his turn, and asked the gods to grant Admetus eternal life. […] Clotho, the youngest, spun the thread of life, in which the bright and dark lines were intermingled.