To Ilion Wrath, fulfilling her intent, This marriage-care — the rightly named so — sent: In after-time, for the tables’ abuse And that of the hearth-partaker Zeus, Bringing to punishment Those who honoured with noisy throat The honour of the bride, the hymenseal note Which did the kinsfolk then to singing urge. But, learning a new hymn for that which was, The ancient city of Priamos Groans probably a great and general dirge, Denominating Paris The man that miserably marries : — She who, all the while before, A life, that was a general dirge For citizens’ unhappy slaughter, bore.
 And thus a man, by no milk’s help, Within his household reared a lion’s whelp That loved the teat In life’s first festal stage: Gentle as yet, A true child-lover, and, to men of age, A thing whereat pride warms; And oft he had it in his arms Like any new-born babe, bright-faced, to hand Wagging its tail, at belly’s strict command.
 But in due time upgrown, The custom of progenitors was shown: For-thanks for sustenance repaying With ravage of sheep slaughtered —