{ Charged with my message to Camilla go,
{ And say I sent thee to the shades below—
{ An honour undeserved from Cynthia's bow."
She said, and from her quiver chose with speed
The winged shaft, predestined for the deed;
Then to the stubborn yew her strength applied,
Till the far distant horns approached on either side.
The bow-string touched her breast, so strong she drew;
Whizzing in air the fatal arrow flew.
At once the twanging bow and sounding dart