Then loudly thus before th' attentive bands
He calls the Gods, and fpreads his lifted hands:
O firit and greateft power! whom all obey,
Who high on Ida's holy mountain fway,
Eternal Jove! and you bright orb that roll
From east to west, and view from pole to pole,
Thou mother Earth! and all ye living Floods!
Infernal Furies aud Tartarian Gods,
Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare
For perjur'd kings, and all who falfely fwear!
Hear, and be witness. If, by Paris flain,
Great Menelaus prefs the fatal plain;
The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep,
And Greece returning plough the watery deep.
If by my brother's lance the Trojan bleed;
Be his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed:
Th' appointed fine let Ilion justly pay,
And every age record the fignal day.
Thus if the Phrygians shall refufe to yield,
Arms must revenge, and Mars decide the field.
With that the chief the tender victims flew,
And in the dust their bleeding bodies threw;
The vital spirit iffued at the wound,

And left the members quivering on the ground.
From the fame urn they drink the mingled wine,
And add libations to the powers divine.
While thus their prayers united mount the sky;
Hear, mighty Jove! and hear, ye Gods on high!
And may their blood, who firft the league confound,
Shed like this wine, diftain the thirsty ground;
May all their conforts ferve promiscuous luft,
And all their race be scatter'd as the duft!
Thus either hoft their imprecations join'd,
Which Jove refus'd, and mingled with the wind.
The rites now finish'd, reverend Priam rose,
And thus exprefs'd a heart o'ercharg'd with woes:
Ye Greeks and Trojans, let the chiefs engage,
But spare the weakness of my feeble age:
In yonder walls that object let me shun,
Nor view the danger of so dear a fon.
Whofe arms shall conquer, and what prince shall
Heaven only knows, for Heaven difpofes all.

[fall,

This faid, the hoary king no longer stay'd, But on his car the slaughter'd victims laid; Then feiz'd the reins his gentle fteeds to guide And drove to Troy, Antenor at his fide. Bold Hector and Ulyffes now difpofe The lifts of combat, and the ground enclose : Next to decide by facred lots prepare, Who first shall launch his pointed fpear in air. The people pray with elevated hands, And words like thefe are heard through all thebands. Immortal Jove, high heaven's fuperior lord, On lofty Ida's holy mount ador'd! Whoe'er involv'd us in this dire debate, Oh give that author of the war to fate And shades eternal! let divifion cease, And joyful nations join in leagues of peace. With eyes averted, Hector haftes to turn The lots of fight, and shakes the brazen urn. Then, Paris, thine leap'd forth; by fatal chance Ordain'd the first to whirl the weighty lance. Both armies fat the combat to furvey, Befide each chief his azure armour lay, And round the lifts the generous courfers neigh., The beauteous warrior now arrays for fight, In gilded arms magnificently bright:

The purple cuifhes clafp his thighs around,
With flowers adorn'd, with filver buckles bound
Lycaon's corfelet his fair body dreft,
Brac'd in, and fitted to his fofter breast:
A radiant baldric, o'er his shoulder ty'd,
Sustain'd the sword that glitter'd at his fide:
His youthful face a polish'd helm o'erspread;
The waving horfe-hair nodded on his head;
His figur'd fhield, a fhining orb, he takes,
And in his hand a pointed javelin thakes,
With equal fpeed, and fir'd by equal charms,
The Spartan hero fheaths his limbs in arms.

Now round the lifts the admiring armies stand, With javelins fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band. Amidit the dreadful vale, the chiefs advance All pale with rage, andshake the threatening lance. The Trojan first his fhining javelin threw ; Full on Atrides' ringing fhield it flew ; Nor pierc'd the brazen orb, but with a bound Leap'd from the buckler, blunted on the ground. Atrides then his maffy lance prepares, In act to throw, but first prefers his prayers:

Give me, great Jove 1.to punish lawless luft, And lay the Trojan galping in the dust : Destroy th' aggreffor, aid my righteous caufe, Avenge the breach of hospitable laws, Let this example future times reclaim, And guard from wrong fair friendfhip's holy name. He faid, and pois'd in air the javelin fent, Through Paris' fhield the forceful weapon went, His corfelet pierces, and his garment rends, And, glancing downward, near his flank defcends. The wary Trojan, bending from the blow, Eludes the death, and difappoints his foe: But fierce Atrides wav'd his fword, and strook Full on his cafque; the crefted heimet fhook; The brittle steel, unfaithful to his hand, Broke fhort: the fragments glitter'd on the fand. The raging warrior to the spacious skies Rais'd his upbraiding voice, and angry eyes: Then is it vain in Jove himself to trust? And is it thus the Gods aflift the juft? When crimes provoke us, Heaven fuccefs denies; The dart falls harmless, and the faulchion flies. Furious he said, and tow'rd the Grecian crew (Seiz'd by the creft) th' unhappy warrior drew; Struggling he follow'd, while th’embroidered thong, That ty'd his helmet, dragg'd the chief along. Then had his ruin crown'd Atrides' joy, But Venus trembled for the prince of Troy: Unfeen the came, and burft the golden band; And left an empty helmet in his hand. The cafque, enrag'd, amidst the Greeks he threw; The Greeks with fmiles the polifh'd trophy view. Then, as once more he lifts the deadly dart, In thirst of vengeance at his rival's heart, The Queen of Love her favour'd champion fhrouds (For Gods can all things) in a veil of clouds. Rais'd from the field the panting youth the led, And gently laid him on the bridal bed, With pleating fweets his fainting fenfe renews, And all the dome perfumes with heavenly dews. Mean time the brighteft of the female kind, The matchless Helen, o'er the walls reclin'd; To her, befet with Trojan beauties, came In borrow'd form † the laughter-loving dame, † cnus,

(She feem'd an ancient maid, well-fkill'd to cull
The fnowy fleece, and wind the twisted wool.)
The Goddefs foftly fhook her filken veft,
That thed perfumes, and whifpering thus addreft:
Hafte, happy nymph! for thee thy Paris calls,
Safe from the fight, in yonder lofty walls,
Fair as a God! with odours round him spread
He lies, and waits thee on the well known bed:
Not like a warrior parted from the foe,
But fome gay dancer in the public show.

She fpoke, and Helen's fecret foul was mov'd;
She fcorn'd the champion, but the man she lov'd.
Fair Venus' neck, her eyes that sparkled fire,
And breaft, reveal'd the Queen of foft defire.
Struck with her prefence, ftraight the lively red
Forlook her cheek; and, trembling, thus fhe faid:
Then is it ftill thy pleasure to deceive?
And woman's frailty always to believe?
Say, to new nations must I cross the main,
Or carry wars to fome foft Afian plain?
For whom muft Helen break her fecond vow?
What other Paris is thy darling now?
Left to Atrides (victor in the ftrife)
An odious conqueft, and a captive wife,
Hence let me fail: and if thy Paris bear
My abfence ill, let Venus eafe his care.
A hand-maid Goddess at his fide to wait,
Renounce the glories of thy heavenly state,
Be fix'd for ever to the Trojan shore,

His fpoufe, or flave; and mount the fkies no more.
For me, to lawless love no longer led,
'I fcorn the coward, and deteft his bed;
Elfe fhould I merit everlasting shame,
And keen reproach, from every Phrygian dame :
Ill fuits it now the joys of love to know,
Too deep my anguish, and too wild my woe.
Then, thus incens'd, the Paphian queen replies;
Obey the powers from whom thy glories rife:
Should Venus leave thee, every charm must fly,
Fade from thy cheek, and languish in thy eye.
Ceafe to provoke me, left I make thee more
The world's averfion than their love before;
Now the bright prize for which mankind engage,
Then the fad victim of the public rage.

At this, the fairest of her fez obey'd,
And veil'd her blushes in a filken fhade;
Unfeen, and filent, from the train fhe moves,
Led by the Goddefs of the Smiles and Loves.
Arriv'd and enter'd at the palace-gate,
The maids officious round their mistress wait;

Then all, difperfing, various tasks attend;
The queen and Goddess to the prince afcend.
Full in her Paris' fight, the Queen of Love
Had plac'd the beauteous progeny of Jove;
Where as he view'd her charms, the turn'd away
Her glowing eyes, and thus began to fay;

Is this the chief, who, loft to fenfe of thame,
Late fled the field, and yet furvives his fame?
Oh hadft thou dy'd beneath the righteous fword
Of that brave man whom once I call'd my lord!
The boafter Paris oft defir'd the day
With Sparta's king to meet in single fray :
Go now, once more thy rival's rage excite,
Provoke Atrides, and renew the fight:
Yet Helen bids thee stay, left thou unskill'd
Should't fall an eafy conqueft on the field.

The prince replies: Ah ceafe, divinely fair, Nor add reproaches to the wounds I bear; This day the foe prevail'd by Pallas' power; We yet may vanquish in a happier hour: There want not Gods to favour us above; But let the bufinefs of our life be love: These fotter moments let delight employ, And kind embraces fnatch the hafty joy. Not thus I lov'd thee, when from Sparta's fhore, My forc'd, my willing, heavenly prize I bore, When first entranc'd in Cranae's ifle I lay, Mix'd with thy foul, and all diffolv'd away! Thus having fpoke, th' enamour'd Phrygian boy Rufh'd to the bed, impatient for the joy. Him Helen follow'd flow with bashful charms, And clafp'd the blooming hero in her arms.

While these to love's delicious rapture yield, The ftern Atrides rages round the field: So fome fell lion, whom the woods obey, Roars through the defert, and demands his prey Paris he feeks, impatient to destroy, But feeks in vain along the troops of Troy; Ev'n thofe had yielded to a foe fo brave The recreant warrior, hateful as the grave. Then fpeaking thus, the king of kings arofe! Ye Trojans, Dardans, all our generous foes! Hear and atteft! from heaven with conqueft crown'd, Our brother's arms the juft fuccefs have found: Be therefore now the Spartan wealth reftor'd, Let Argive Helen own her lawful lord; Th' appointed fine let Ilion justly pay, And age to age record this fignal day.

He ceas'd; his army's loud applaufes rife, And the long fhout runs echoing through the fkies.

AND now Olympus' fhining gates unfold;
The Gods, with Jove, affume their thrones of gold:
Immortal Hebé, fresh with bloom divine,
The golden goblet crowns with purple wine:
While the full bowls flow round, the powers employ
Their careful eyes on long-contended Troy.

When Jove, difpos'd to tempt Saturnia's fpleen,
Thus wak'd the fury of his partial queen:
Two powers divine the fon of Atreus aid,
Imperial Juno, and the Martial Maid;
But high in Heaven they fit, and gaze from far,
The tame fpectators of his deeds of war.
Not thus fair Venus helps her favour'd knight,
The Queen of Pleafures fhares the toils of fight,
Each danger wards, and, conftant in her care,
Saves in the moment of the last despair.
Her act has refcued Paris' forfeit life,
Though great Atrides, gain'd the glorious ftrife.
Then lay, Ye powers! what fignal iffue waits
To crown this deed, and finish all the Fates?
Shall Heaven by peace the bleeding kingdoms fpare,
Or roufe the Furies, and awake the war?
Yet, would the Gods for human good provide,
Atrides foon might gain his beauteous bride,
Still Priam's walls in peaceful honours grow,
And through his gates the crowding nations flow.
Thus while he spoke, the Queen of Heaven enrag'd,
And Queen of War in clofe confult engag'd:
Apart they fit, their deep defigns employ,
And meditate the future woes of Troy.
Though fecret anger fwell'd Minerva's breast,
The prudent Goddess yet her wrath supprest;
But Juno, impotent of paffion, broke,
Her fullen filence, and with fury spoke :

Shall then, O tyrant of th' etherial reign!
My schemes, my labours, and my hopes, be vain?
Have I, for this, fhook Ilion with alarms,
Affembled nations, fet two worlds in arms?
To fpread the war, I flew from fhore to shore;
Th' immortal courfers scarce the labour bore.
At length ripe vengeance o'er their heads impends,
But Jove himself the faithlefs race defends ;
Loth as thou art to punith lawless luft,
Not all the Gods are partial and unjust.
The Sire whole thunder fhakes the cloudy skies
Sighs from his inmoft foul, and thus replies:
05 lafting rancour! oh infatiate hate
To Phrygia's monarch, and the Phrygian state!
What high offence has fir'd the wife of Jove,
Can wretched mortals harm the power's above?
That Troy and Troy's whole race thou would'st
confound,

And yon fair ftructures level with the ground?
Hafte, leave the skies, fulfil thy ftern defire,
Barft all her gates, and wrap her walls in fire!
Let Priam bleed! If yet thou thirst for more,
Bleed all his fons, and Ilion float with gore,
To boundless vengeance the wide realm be given,
Till vaft destruction glut the Queen of Heaven!
So let it be, and Jove his peace enjoy,
When Heaven no longer hears the name of Troy:
But fhould this arm prepare to wreak our hate
On thy loy'd realms, whofe guilt demands their fate,
Prefume not thou the lifted bolt to stay;
Remember Troy, and give the vengeance way.
For know, of all the numerous towns that rife
Beneath the rolling fun and ftarry skies,

Which Gods have rais'd, or earth-born men enjoy,
None ftands fo dear to Jove as facred Troy.
No mortals merit more diftinguish'd grace
Than godlike Priam, or than Priam's race,
Still to our name their hecatombs expire,
And altars blaze with unextinguifh'd fire.

At this the Goddess roll'd her radiant eyes,
Then on the Thunderer fix'd them, and replies:
Three towns are Juno's on the Grecian plains,
More dear than all th' extended earth contains,
Mycæne, Argos, and the Spartan wall;
Thefe thou may'ft raze, nor I forbid their fall:
"Tis not in me the vengeance to remove;
The crime's fufficient, that they share my love.
Of power fuperior why should I complain?
Resent I may, but must reient in vain.
Yet fome diftinction Juno might require,
Sprung with thyfelf from one celestial fire,
A Goddess born to share the realms above,
And styl'd the confort of the thundering Jove:
Nor thou a wife and fifter's right deny;
Let both confent, and both by turns comply;
So fhall the Gods our joint decrees obey,
And Heaven fhall act as we direct the way.
See ready Pallas waits thy high commands,
To raise in arms the Greek and Phrygian bands;
Their fudden friendship by her arts may ceafe,
And the proud Trojans firft infringe the peace.

The Sire of men and Monarch of the iky, Th' advice approv'd, and bade Minerva fly, Diffolve the league, and all her arts employ To make the breach the faithlefs act of Troy. Fir'd with the charge, fhe headlong urg'd her

flight,
And fbot like lightning from Olympus height.
As the red comet, from Saturnius fent
To fright the nations with a dire portent
(A fatal fign to armies on the plain,
Or trembling failors on the wintery main)
With fweeping glories glides along in ait,
And shakes the fparkles from its blazing hair:
Between both armies thus, in open fight,
Shot the bright Goddess in a trail of light.
With eyes erect the gazing hofts admire
The power defcending, and the heavens on fire!
The Gods (they cried) the Gods this signal fent,
And fate now labours with fome vaft event:

Jove feals the league, or bloodier scenes prepares y
Jove, the great arbiter of peace and wars!
They faid, while Pallas through the Trojan throng
(In shape a mortal) pafs'd disguis'd along.
Like bold Laö locus, her courfe the bent,
Who from Antener trac'd his-high defcent.
Amidst the ranks Lycaon's fon the found,
The warlike Pandarus, for strength renown'd;
Whofe fquadrons, led from black lopus' flood,
With flaming fhields in martial circle stood.

To him the Goddefs: Phrygian! can't thou hear
A well-tim'd counfel with a willing ear?
What praife were thine, could't thou direct thy
Amidft his triumph, to the Spartan's heart! [dart,
What gifts from Troy, from Paris wouldst thou
Thy country's foe, the Grecian glary flain! [gain,
Then feize th' occafion, dare the mighty deed,
Aim at his breaft, and may that aim fuced!
But first, to speed the fhaft, address thy vow
To Lycian Phoebus with the filver bow,

(She feem'd an ancient maid, well-fkill'd to cull
The fnowy fleece, and wind the twisted wool.)
The Goddess foftly shook her filken veft,
That thed perfumes, and whifpering thus addreft:
Hafte, happy nymph! for thee thy Paris calls,
Safe from the fight, in yonder lofty walls,
Fair as a God! with odours round him spread
He lies, and waits thee on the well-known bed:
Not like a warrior parted from the foe,
But fome gay dancer in the public show.

She fpoke, and Helen's fecret foul was mov'd;
She fcorn'd the champion, but the man she lov❜d.
Fair Venus' neck, her eyes that sparkled fire,
And breaft, reveal'd the Queen of foft defire.
Struck with her prefence, ftraight the lively red
Forlook her cheek; and, trembling, thus fhe said:
Then is it ftill thy pleasure to deceive?
And woman's frailty always to believe?
Say, to new nations must I cross the main,
Or carry wars to tome foft Afian plain ?

For whom muft Helen break her fecond vow?
What other Paris is thy darling now?
Left to Atrides (victor in the ftrife)
An odious conqueft, and a captive wife,
Hence let me fail: and if thy Paris bear
My abfence ill, let Venus eafe his care.
A hand-maid Goddess at his fide to wait,
Renounce the glories of thy heavenly state,
Be fix'd for ever to the Trojan fhore,

His fpoufe, or flave; and mount the skies no more.
For me, to lawless love no longer led,
I fcorn the coward, and deteft his bed;
Elfe fhould I merit everlafting fhame,
And keen reproach, from every Phrygian dame:
Ill fuits it now the joys of love to know,
Too deep my anguish, and too wild my woe.
Then, thus incens'd, the Paphian queen replies;
Obey the powers from whom thy glories rife :
Should Venus leave thee, every charm must fly,
Fade from thy cheek, and languish in thy eye.
Ceafe to provoke me, left I make thee more
The world's averfion than their love before;
Now the bright prize for which mankind engage,
Then the fad victim of the public rage.

At this, the faireft of her fex obey'd,
And veil'd her blushes in a filken fhade;
Unfeen, and filent, from the train the moves,
Led by the Goddess of the Smiles and Loves.
Arriv'd and enter'd at the palace-gate,
The maids officious round their mistress wait;

Then all, difperfing, various tasks attend;
The queen and Goddess to the prince afcend.
Full in her Paris' fight, the Queen of Love
Had plac'd the beauteous progeny of Jove;
Where as he view'd her charms, the turn'd away
Her glowing eyes, and thus began to fay;

Is this the chief, who, loft to fense of shame,
Late fled the field, and yet furvives his fame?
Oh hadft thou dy'd beneath the righteous fword
Of that brave man whom once I call'd my lord!
The boaster Paris oft defir'd the day
With Sparta's king to meet in fingle fray:
Go now, once more thy rival's rage excite,
Provoke Atrides, and renew the fight:
Yet Helen bids thee stay, left thou unskill'
Should'st fall an easy conquest on the field.

The prince replies: Ah ceafe, divinely fair, Nor add reproaches to the wounds I bear; This day the foe prevail'd by Pallas' power; We yet may vanquish in a happier hour: There want not Gods to favour us above; But let the bufinefs of our life be love: These fotter moments let delight employ, And kind embraces fnatch the hafty joy. Not thus I lov'd thee, when from Sparta's fhore, My forc'd, my willing, heavenly prize I bore, When first entranc'd in Cranaë's ifle I lay, Mix'd with thy foul, and all diffolv'd away! Thus having fpoke, th' enamour'd Phrygian boy Rush'd to the bed, impatient for the joy. Him Helen follow'd flow with bashful charms, And clafp'd the blooming hero in her arms.

While thefe to love's delicious rapture yield, The ftern Atrides rages round the field: So fome fell lion, whom the woods obey, Roars through the defert, and demands his prey Paris he feeks, impatient to deftroy, But feeks in vain along the troops of Troy; Ev'n thofe had yielded to a foe so brave The recreant warrior, hateful as the grave. Then fpeaking thus, the king of kings arose! Ye Trojans, Dardans, all our generous foes! Hear and atteft! from heaven with conquest crown'd, Our brother's arms the juft fuccefs have found: Be therefore now the Spartan wealth reftor'd, Let Argive Helen own her lawful lord; Th' appointed fine let Ilion justly pay, And age to age record this fignal day.

He ceas'd; his army's loud applaufes rife, And the long fhout runs echoing through the skies.

at

Aso now Olympus' fhining gates unfold;
The Gods, with Jove, affume their thrones of gold:
Immortal Hebé, fresh with bloom divine,
The golden goblet crowns with purple wine:
While the full bowls flow round, the powers employ
Their careful eyes on long-contended Troy.

When Jove, difpos'd to tempt Saturnia's fpleen,
Thas wak'd the fury of his partial queen :
Two powers divine the son of Atreus aid,
Imperial Juno, and the Martial Maid;
But high in Heaven they fit, and gaze from far,
The tame spectators of his deeds of war.
Not thus fair Venus helps her favour'd knight,
The Queen of Pleasures thares the toils of fight,
Each danger wards, and, conftant in her care,
Saves in the moment of the last despair.
Her act has rescued Paris' forfeit life,
Though great Atrides, gain'd the glorious ftrife.
Then lay, Ye powers! what signal issue waits
To crown this deed, and finish all the Fates?
Shall Heaven by peace the bleeding kingdoms fpare,
Or roufe the Furies, and awake the war?
Yet, would the Gods for human good provide,
Atrides foon might gain his beauteous bride,
Still Pham's walls in peaceful honours grow,
And through his gates the crowding nations flow.
Thus while he spoke,the Queen of Heaven enrag'd,
And Queen of War in clofe confult engag'd:
Apart they fit, their deep defigns employ,
And meditate the future woes of Troy.
Though fecret anger fwell'd Minerva's breaft,
The prudent Goddefs yet her wrath supprest;
But Juno, impotent of paffion, broke,
Her fullen filence, and with fury spoke :

Shall then, O tyrant of th' aetherial reign!
My schemes, my labours, and my hopes, be vain?
Have I, for this, fhook Ilion with alarms,
Affembled nations, fet two worlds in arms?
To (pread the war, I flew from fhore to fhore;
Th' immortal courfers scarce the labour bore.
At length ripe vengeance o'er their heads impends,
But Jove himself the faithlefs race defends ;
Loth as thou art to punith lawless luft,
Not all the Gods are partial and unjust.
The Sire whole thunder fhakes the cloudy skies
Sighs from his inmost soul, and thus replies:
Oh lafting rancour! oh infatiate hate'
To Phrygia's monarch, and the Phrygian state!
What high offence has fir'd the wife of Jove,
Can wretched mortals harm the power's above?
That Troy and Troy's whole race thou would'ft
confound,

And yon fair structures level with the ground?
Hafte, leave the skies, fulfil thy ftern defire,
Barft all her gates, and wrap her walls in fire!
Let Priam bleed! If yet thou thirst for more,
Bleed all his fons, and Ilion float with gore,
To boundless vengeance the wide realm be given,
Till vaft destruction glut the Queen of Heaven!
So let it be, and Jove his peace enjoy,
When Heaven no longer hears the name of Troy:
But should this arm prepare to wreak our hate
On thy loy'd realms, whofe guilt demands their fate,
Prefume not thou the lifted bolt to stay;
Remember Troy, and give the vengeance way.
For know, of all the numerous towns that rife
Beneath the rolling fun and starry skies,

Which Gods have rais'd, or earth-born men enjoy,
None ftands fo dear to Jove as facred Troy.
No mortals merit more diftinguish'd grace
Than godlike Priam, or than Priam's race,
Still to our name their hecatombs expire,
And altars blaze with unextinguish'd fire.

At this the Goddess roll'd her radiant eyes,
Then on the Thunderer fix'd them, and replies:
Three towns are Juno's on the Grecian plains,
More dear than all th' extended earth contains,
Mycæne, Argos, and the Spartan wall;
These thou may'st raze, nor I forbid their fall:
"Tis not in me the vengeance to remove;
The crime's fufficient, that they share my love."
Of power fuperior why fhould I complain?
Refent I may, but muft refent in vain.
Yet fome diftinction Juno might require,
Sprung with thyself from one celestial fire,
A Goddess born to share the realms above,
And styl'd the confort of the thundering Jove:
Nor thou a wife and fitter's right deny;
Let both confent, and both by turns comply;
So fhall the Gods our joint decrees obey,
And Heaven fhall act as we direct the way.
See ready Pallas waits thy high commands,
To raife in arms the Greek and Phrygian bands
Their fudden friendship by her arts may ceafe,
And the proud Trojans firft infringe the peace.

The Sire of men and Monarch of the iky, Th' advice approv'd, and bade Minerva fly, Diffolve the league, and all her arts employ To make the breach the faithlefs act of Troy. Fir'd with the charge, fhe headlong urg'd her

flight, And fhot like lightning from Olympus height. As the red comet, from Saturnius fent To fight the nations with a dire portent (A fatal fign to armies on the plain, Or trembling failors on the wintery main) With sweeping glories glides along in ait, And shakes the sparkles from its blazing hair: Between both armies thus, in open fight, Shot the bright Goddess in a trail of light. With eyes erect the gazing hofts admire The power defcending, and the heavens on fire! The Gods (they cried) the Gods this fignal fent, And fate now labours with fome vaft event: Jove feals the league, or bloodier fcenes prepares Jove, the great arbiter of peace and wars! They faid, while Pallas through the Trojan throng (In fhape a mortal) pafs'd disguis'd along. Like bold Laö locus, her course she bent, Who from Antener trac'd his-high defcent. Amidst the ranks Lycaon's fon the found, The warlike Pandarus, for ftrength renown'd; Whofe fquadrons, led from black lopus' flood, With flaming fhields in martial circle stood.

To him the Goddefs: Phrygian! can't thou hear A well-tim'd counfel with a willing ear? What praife were thine, could't thou direct thy Amidft his triumph, to the Spartan's heart! [dart, What gifts from Troy, from Paris wouldst thou Thy country's foe, the Grecian glory flain! [gain, Then feize th' occafion, dare the mighty deed, Aim at his breaft, and may that aim fuced! But firft, to speed the shaft, addrefs thy vow To Lycian Phoebus with the filver bow,