Wanders o'er land and sea. Nor were your faith

One whit more firm to me if, neither side

Espoused, you ceased from arms. Who leaves me once,

Though not to fight against me with the foe,

Joins not my ranks again. Surely the gods

Smile on these arms who for so great a war

Grant me fresh soldiers. From what heavy load

Fortune relieves me! for the hands which aimed

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