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THE ILIAD.
My husband! Vainly didst thou boast erewhile
Thine arm, thy dauntless courage, and thy spear,
The warlike Menelaus should subdue!
Go now again, and challenge to the fight
The warlike Menelaus.—Be thou ware!
I warn thee, pause, ere madly thou presume
Brave words! but still, as of old, the fatal spells of
Venus are upon her, and Paris' misadventure in the
lists is all too soon condoned.
