'Twas woman urg'd the strife; a second fairInvolv'd the Trojans in a second war.What wreck, what ruin, did a Woman bringOn peaceful Latium, and its pious king!When Rome was young and in her infant stateWhat woes did woman to our sires create!Into what peril was that city brought,When Sabine fathers for their daughters fought !Two lusty bulls I in the meads have view'dIn combat join'd, and by their side there stoodA milk-white heifer, who provok'd the fight,By each contended, but the conqueror's right;She gives them courage, her they both regard,As one that caus'd the war, and must reward.Compell'd by Cupid in his host to list(And who that has a heart can love resist ?)His soldier I have been, without the guiltOf blood, in any of our battles spilt;For him I've fought, as many more have done,And many rivals met, but murder'd none.