Then match in him who holds his tempters fast,。，Divide despair from hope, and sighs from moans.
Choice of the nymphs whose looks will slant。，For either's breath the needs of either told.
For battle prompt, by pleasure unbeguiled.。，XXVIII
XI。，For couples crowned with flowers that burn in dew.
Fully shall they be fed, if they beseech.。，In fellowship religion has its founts:
Yet sharp his battle strained through day, through night.。，And he, the once wild ocean storming sky,
When he himself can scourge to make it clean.。，Quickened of Nature's eye and ear,
Her garden's histories tell of to all near.。，Rage-wrung, thou, that in nought thou didst honour the flower of
THE HUELESS LOVE。，Doth she rely for her immortal smile.
Infantile tastes with babe reluctances,。，
Loud will the cry for Achilles burst from the sons of Achaia。，And that way seems he bound; that way the road,
Even as countless hot-pressed flies in their multitudes traverse,。，XXVIII
。，The ghost of his black adversary rose,
She bends, he quickens; she breathes low, he springs。，The wilderness commanded with fierce mien.
He of the myriad eyes, the myriad hands。，Nor look for mercy from the incessant surge
Then be it as the Laurel God he runs,。，Out of that agony, misread for those
Sense of his march ahead, more brightly lit;。，They of our mortal diseases find never healing physician;
，From Joy, between the Queen of Beauty's breasts。，splendour