_Helen_ the Daughter of _Tyndarus_ was the Perfection of Beauty, the Child of Love, the Pride, and the Care of _Venus_; the Master-piece of Nature, the great Prize of the _Grecians_ and _Trojans_. Where is now your _Nepenthe_, the secret Charm to guard you from all Evils? Where are your irresistible _Philtrums_? Why did you not use them against these barbarous Invaders, with the same Success as you did formerly? But I suppose it was determined by the Fates, that you should fall by the Force of Fire, who have rais’d such Flames in the Breasts of those who came to behold you; or perhaps these our new Conquerours, who pretend to be descended from the _Trojans_, threw your Statue into the Fire, to revenge the burning of that City, of which you was only the innocent Cause. But I can neither think nor speak with Patience of these avaritious Monsters, who have demolish’d the most valuable, the most curious, the most costly Statues in the whole World; Fellows, who would have sold their Wives for Money; who behav’d themselves rather like Birds of Prey, than a regular well-disciplin’d Army; only with this Difference, that they spent their Prey as loosely, as they got it ingloriously, and would willingly venture their Lives to support their Extravagance. Hear these Verses of _Homer_, who is well known to the _Greeks_ and the _Barbarians_; to the Learned, and Unlearned, concerning _Helen_. —_No Wonder such Celestial Charms, For ten long Years should hold the World in Arms._ Pope.