But what’s a single champion to a host? Yet, scorning thus to see him tamely lost, Her strong reserve of secret arts she brings, And last, her never-failing song she sings. Wonders ensue; among his gazing foes The massy fragment of a rock he throws; This charm in civil war engaged them all; By mutual wounds those earthborn brothers fall.

The Greeks, transported with the strange success, Leap from their seats the conq’ror to caress; Commend, and kiss, and clasp him in their arms So would the kind contriver of the charms; But her, who felt the tenderest concern, Honour condemns in secret flames to burn; Committed to a double guard of fame, Awed by a virgin’s and a princess’ name. But thoughts are free, and fancy unconfined, She kisses, courts, and hugs him in her mind; To fav’ring powers her silent thanks she gives, By whose indulgence her loved hero lives.