car with solid beauty shined; Box was the yoke, emboss'd with costly pains, And hung with ringlets to receive the reins; Nine cubits long, the traces swept the ground: These to the chariot's polish'd pole they bound. Then fix'd a ring the running reins to guide, And close beneath the gather'd ends were tied. Next with the gifts (the price of Hector slain) The sad attendants load the groaning wain: Last to the yoke the well-matched mules they bring, (The gift of Mysia to the Trojan king.) But the fair horses, long his darling care, Himself received, and harness'd to his car: Grieved as he was, he not this task denied; The hoary herald help'd him, at his side. While careful these the gentle coursers join'd, Sad Hecuba approach'd with anxious mind; A golden bowl that foam'd with fragrant wine, (Libation destined to the power divine,) Held in her right, before the steed she stands, And thus consigns it to the monarch's hands: "Take this, and pour to Jove; that safe from harms His grace restore thee to our roof and arms. Since victor of thy fears, and slighting mine, Heaven, or thy soul, inspires this bold design; Pray to that god, who high on Ida's brow Surveys thy desolated realms below, His winged messenger to send from high, And lead thy way with heavenly augury: Let the strong sovereign of the plumy race Tower on the right of yon ethereal space. That sign beheld, and strengthen'd from above, Boldly pursue the journey mark'd by Jove: But if the god his augury denies, Suppress thy impulse, nor reject advice." "'Tis just (said Priam) to the sire above To raise our hands; for who so good as Jove?" He spoke, and bade the attendant handmaid bring The purest water of the living spring: (Her ready hands the ewer and bason held:) Then took the golden cup his queen had fill'd; On the mid pavement pours the rosy wine, Uplifts his eyes, and calls the power divine: "O first and greatest! he