Yet thou hop’st, of thyself, our spoil. But we have likewise hands To hold our own, as you to spoil; and ere thy countermands Stand good against our ransack’d fleet, your hugely-peopled town Our hands shall take in, and her tow’rs from all their heights pull down. And I must tell thee, time draws on, when, flying, thou shalt cry To Jove and all the Gods to make thy fair-man’d horses fly More swift than falcons, that their hoofs may rouse the dust, and bear Thy body, hid, to Ilion.” This said, his bold words were Confirm’d as soon as spoke. Jove’s bird, the high-flown eagle, took The right hand of their host; whose wings high acclamations strook From forth the glad breasts of the Greeks. Then Hector made reply: “Vain-spoken man, and glorious, what hast thou said? Would I As surely were the son of Jove, and of great Juno born, Adorn’d like Pallas, and the God that lifts to earth the morn, As this day shall bring harmful light to all your host, and thou, If thou dar’st stand this lance, the earth before the ships shalt strow, Thy bosom torn up, and the dogs, with all the fowl of Troy, Be satiate with thy fat and flesh.” This said, with shouting joy His first troops follow’d, and the last their shouts with shouts repell’d. Greece answer’d all, nor could her spirits from all show rest conceal’d. And to so infinite a height all acclamations strove, They reach’d the splendours stuck about the unreach’d throne of Jove. THE END OF THE THIRTEENTH BOOK. [1] The empire of Jove exceeded Neptune’s (saith Plut. upon this place) because he was more ancient, and excellent in knowledge and wisdom; and upon this verse, viz. ἀλλὰ Ζεὺς πρότερος, etc., sets down this his most worthy to be noted opinion: viz. I think also that the blessedness of eternal life, which God enjoys is this: that by any past time He forgets not notions presently apprehended; for otherwise, the knowledge and understanding of things taken away, immortality should not be life, but time, etc. (Plut. de Iside et Osiride). THE FOURTEENTH BOOK OF HOMER’S ILIADS THE ARGUMENT Atrides, to behold the skirmish, brings Old Nestor, and the other wounded kings. Juno (receiving of the Cyprian dame Her Ceston, whence her sweet enticements came) Descends to Somnus, and gets him to bind The pow’rs of Jove with sleep, to free her mind. Neptune assists the Greeks, and of the foe Slaughter inflicts a mighty overthrow. Ajax so sore strikes Hector with a stone, It makes him spit blood, and his sense sets gone. ANOTHER ARGUMENT In Ξ with sleep, and bed, heav’n’s Queen Ev’n Jove himself makes overseen.