Discord by Jean de La Fontaine — Read

The goddess Discord, having made, on high, / Among the gods a general grapple, / And thence a lawsuit, for an apple, / Was turn'd out, bag and baggage, from the sky. / The animal call'd man, with open arms, / Received the goddess of such naughty charms, -- / Herself and Whether-or-no, her brother, / With Thine-and-mine, her stingy mother. / In this, the lower universe, / Our hemisphere she chose to curse: / For reasons good she did not please / To visit our antipodes -- / Folks rude and savage like the beasts, / Who, wedding-free from forms and priests, / In simple tent or leafy bower, / Make little work for such a power. / That she might know exactly where / Her direful aid was in demand, / Renown flew courier through the land, / Reporting each dispute with care; / Then she, outrunning Peace, was quickly there; / And if she found a spark of ire, / Was sure to blow it to a fire. / At length, Renown got out of patience / At random hurrying o'er the nations, / And, not without good reason, thought / A goddess, like her mistress, ought / To have some fix'd and certain home, / To which her customers might come; / For now they often search'd in vain. / With due location, it was plain / She might accomplish vastly more, / And more in season than before. / To find, howe'er, the right facilities, / Was harder, then, than now it is; / For then there were no nunneries.

So, Hymen's inn at last assign'd, / Thence lodged the goddess to her mind.[1]