“Thou madman, thou art frantic, thou art lost! Hast thou not ears to hear, nor any shame Nor reason left? Hast thou not heard the words Of white-armed Juno, who so lately left Olympian Jupiter? Wouldst thou return In pain and sorrow to the Olympian heights, Driven back ingloriously, and made the cause Of many miseries to all the gods?⁠— For Jove would leave the Trojans and their foes, The gallant Greeks, and turn on us, and bring Ruin upon Olympus. He would seize Guilty and guiltless in his rage alike. Wherefore I counsel thee to lay aside Resentment for the slaughter of thy son, Since braver men and stronger have been slain, And will be slain hereafter. Vain it were To seek from death to save the race of man.”

She said, and, leading back the fiery Mars, Seated him on his throne, while Juno called Apollo forth, with Iris, messenger Of heaven, and thus in wingèd accents spake:⁠—