By the darts of Apollo disease is conveyed,
For the smitten are vexed and their hearts are dismayed.
When he looses a shaft, with perfection it flies,
And the soul that is stricken can no more arise.
But the beautiful flourishes free from the blight,
And takes comfort in health, and a life of delight,
While the pious is helped, and his health is restored
By the healer, the Pythian god who’s adored.
Apollon Paean
Songs of the Gods 