as he flies. "Go, mighty hero! graced above the rest In seats of council and the sumptuous feast: Now hope no more those honours from thy train; Go less than woman, in the form of man! To scale our walls, to wrap our towers in flames, To lead in exile the fair Phrygian dames, Thy once proud hopes, presumptuous prince! are fled; This arm shall reach thy heart, and stretch thee dead." Now fears dissuade him, and now hopes invite. To stop his coursers, and to stand the fight; Thrice turn'd the chief, and thrice imperial Jove On Ida's summits thunder'd from above. Great Hector heard; he saw the flashing light, (The sign of conquest,) and thus urged the fight: "Hear, every Trojan, Lycian, Dardan band, All famed in war, and dreadful hand to hand. Be mindful of the wreaths your arms have won, Your great forefathers' glories, and your own. Heard ye the voice of Jove? Success and fame Await on Troy, on Greece eternal shame. In vain they skulk behind their boasted wall, Weak bulwarks; destined by this arm to fall. High o'er their slighted trench our steeds shall bound, And pass victorious o'er the levell'd mound. Soon as before yon hollow ships we stand, Fight each with flames, and toss the blazing brand; Till, their proud navy wrapt in smoke and fires, All Greece, encompass'd, in one blaze expires." Furious he said; then bending o'er the yoke, Encouraged his proud steeds, while thus he spoke: "Now, Xanthus, Ćthon, Lampus, urge the chase, And thou, Podargus! prove thy generous race; Be fleet, be fearless, this important day, And all your master's well-spent care repay. For this, high-fed, in plenteous stalls ye stand, Served with pure wheat, and by a princess' hand; For this my spouse, of great Aetion's line, So oft has steep'd the strengthening grain in wine. Now swift pursue, now thunder uncontroll'd: Give me to seize rich Nestor's shield of gold; From Tydeus' shoulders strip the costly l