And now Olympus' shining gates unfold;
The Gods with Jove assume their thrones of gold;
Immortal Hebe, fresh with bloom divine,
The golden goblet crowns with purple wine;
While the full bowl flows round the Powers employ
Their careful eyes on long-contended Troy.
And the same poet represents Menelaus as saying—
Nor then should aught but death have torn apart
From me so loving and so glad a heart.
And in another place—