And, leaving to her townsmen throngs a-spreadWith shields, and spear-thrusts of sea-armament,And bringing Ilion, in a dowry’s stead,Destruction — swiftly through the gates she went,Daring the undareable. But many a groan outbrokeFrom prophets of the House as thus they spoke.Woe, woe the House, the House and Rulers, — woeThe marriage-bed and dints