Of life the best and highest aim of man:
Say, have not Greeks, to win thy love, in fight
Braved hottest perils, found in death delight?
E'en Leda's twins, when felt thy dart than death
Keener, than gold more potent, than the breath
Of balmy sleep more grateful, with hearts fix'd
By glory's charms, undaunted and untired
To honour march'd? Nor with less eager pace
Alcides battled on in glory's race;
For love of thee Achilles sought his doom;