"ALONG; RETURN\'D TRIUMPHANT WITH THIS PRIZE OF WAR.
SUCH HANDS MAY WOUND, BUT NOT INCENSE A MAN. THIS DAY
TWO BROTHERS
SHALL THY CONQUEST GRACE, FORCED HE RECEDES, AND LOUDLY
CALLS FOR AID. RESTORE THEIR MASTER TO THE GATES OF
TROY! AND
ALL-CONFIRMING TIME HAS FATE FULFILL\'D. WHILE ANGER
FLASH\'D FROM HIS DISDAINFUL EYES: THE DRIVING JAVELIN
THROUGH HIS
SHOULDER THRUST, THE TROJANS HEAR, THEY TREMBLE, AND
THEY FLY: AND PRONE TO EARTH WAS HUNG THEIR LANGUID
HEAD:
NECTAREOUS DROPS, AN..."