Of earth and heaven. When thus her shapely form Had been anointed, and her hands had combed Her tresses, she arranged the lustrous curls, Ambrosial, beautiful, that clustering hung Round her immortal brow. And next she threw Around her an ambrosial robe, the work Of Pallas, all its web embroidered o’er With forms of rare device. She fastened it Over the breast with clasps of gold, and then She passed about her waist a zone which bore Fringes an hundred-fold, and in her ears She hung her three-gemmed ear-rings, from whose gleam She won an added grace. Around her head The glorious goddess drew a flowing veil, Just from the loom, and shining like the sun; And, last, beneath her bright white feet she bound The shapely sandals. Gloriously arrayed In all her ornaments, she left her bower, And calling Venus to herself, apart From all the other gods, addressed her thus:⁠—

“Wilt thou, dear child, comply with what I ask? Or, angered that I aid the Greeks, while thou Dost favor Troy, wilt thou deny my suit?”