She went exulting in her graced array,
Which Pallas, daughter of a mighty sire,
Known by her eyes of azure, had bestow’d.
On gods and men in that same moment seiz’d
The ravishment of wonder, when they saw
The deep deceit, th’ inextricable snare.
From her the sex of tender woman springs:
[204]Pernicious is the race: the woman tribe
Dwell upon earth, a mighty bane to men:
No mates for wasting want, but luxury: