text:  Thus He[2] to whose prophetic eye Her light the wise Minerva gave:-- "Ah! blest whose hearth to memory true The goddess keeps unstain'd and pure-- For woman's guile is deep and sure And Falsehood loves the New!" The Spartan eyes his Helen's charms By the best blood of Greece recaptured; Round that fair form his glowing arms-- (A second bridal)--wreathe enraptured