Capitolo 18
Winning of glories and hast you thrown
On the towers of Ilion
The net of Thy close-placed,
What anybody so agile and anybody so tall
Withal will escape
Does The trap of the slobber that claspeths everybody?
AN OTHER.
It is Zeus the observer of Friend and Friend
I also praise that the beaten hath this end.
You crave since then on Paris his/her auction that he has drawn,
It is hath they aimed true,
Falling not too soon neither still too far,
The fire of the star avenger.
CHOIR.
(_This is the judgment of God on Troy. Cannot be too much fierce! Gold is not able
safe one that the spurneth Justice_.)
The hit of the hath of Zeus found them! Clear this day
The history, and simple to trace.
He judged, and the hath of fallen Troy.--And it has said men
That God doesn't deign him to mark the hardihead of man,
Stamping on to earth the grace
Of holy and delicate things?--Sin lies this way.
For visibly doth of Pride you cross his/her his/her own return
On proud men that, when their long sea of houses
With happy wealth, never breaths anger and blood.
He/she anchors not fierce too impediment the scorching of due revenge;
Only as deemeth well
An essay of humor.
He/she will never affirm neither gold
Protects his/her heart to ache
Whoso the altar of old man of Justice
Spurneth to Evening unwaking.
(Sinner of _The suffers in his/her greed you finally cultivate the Temptation you/he/she overcomes him/it;
as passionately desiring Helen Paris._ overcame)
The tempting one of forceth of the uneasiness him, the feared
Child of the anterior-scheming Pain!
And help is vain; the desire of skin among
It is not veiled, but bright shineth as Sinned:
And as false gold will show
Black where the trieth of the stone of comparison, so fading of doth
His/her honour in the test of God. As a child,
Forgetting all, him haths pursued its winged bird,
And it planted among his/her people an acute thorn.
And any God feels his/her prayer, or, they has felt,
The man so it base-deceived
They threw to despise.