Lo! gentle tenants of the grove,
For what a thousand heroes strove,
When EUROPE, ASIA, both in arms,
Disputed one fair lady's charms.
The war pretended HELEN's eyes;
But this, believe it, was the prize.
This rous'd ACHILLES' mortal ire,
This strung his HOMER's epic lyre;
Gave to the world LA MANCHA's knight,
And still makes bulls and heroes fight.