That Tomyris wrought, when she to Cyrus said, 751 “Blood didst thou thirst for, and with blood I glut thee!” Displayed how routed fled the Assyrians After that Holofernes had been slain, 752 And likewise the remainder of that slaughter. I saw there Troy in ashes and in caverns; 753 O Ilion! thee, how abject and debased, Displayed the image that is there discerned! Who e’er of pencil master was or stile, That could portray the shades and traits which there Would cause each subtile genius to admire? Dead seemed the dead, the living seemed alive; 754 Better than I saw not who saw the truth, All that I trod upon while bowed I went. Now wax ye proud, and on with looks uplifted, Ye sons of Eve, and bow not down your faces So that ye may behold your evil ways! More of the mount by us was now encompassed, And far more spent the circuit of the sun,