Robust and hale the god of war appear’d,
With azure eyes; with saffron colour’d beard:
In fight, no other god could dare offend;
And seldom did the monarch condescend
To make acquaintanceship with others, for
He proudly thought himself superior;
Yet he, in token of his great regard
For him who lay upon the bruised sward,
Threw off his mask of pride, and came below:
With him he brought his unstrung golden bow,