Would hold thy thronging wooers, by so far
Outshinest thou all women of the earth
In beauty and in wisdom.
Pen.Still too wise
To fall to flattery; but my grace and favour
The gods destroyed that day the Argives sailed
’Gainst Ilion, and bore hence with them my lord:
But should he come to rule again his house,
Fairer than ever then my fame would be
For all this grief and the thick thrusts of fate.