For this, great Bacchus, tigers drewThy glorious car, untaught to slaveIn harness: thus Quirinus flewOn Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:“O Ilium, Ilium, wretched town!The judge accurst, incontinent,And stranger dame have dragg'd thee down.Pallas and I, since Priam's sireDenied the gods his pledged reward,Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,The people and their perjured lord.No more the adulterous guest can charmThe Spartan queen: the house forswornNo more repels by Hector's armMy warriors, baffled and outworn:Hush'd is the war our strife made long:I welcome now, my hatred o'er,A grandson in the child of wrong,Him whom the Trojan priestess bore.