deed? [Illustration: VENUS, WOUNDED IN THE HAND, CONDUCTED BY IRIS TO MARS.] VENUS, WOUNDED IN THE HAND, CONDUCTED BY IRIS TO MARS. Then she: "This insult from no god I found, An impious mortal gave the daring wound! Behold the deed of haughty Diomed! 'Twas in the son's defence the mother bled. The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage; But with the gods (the immortal gods) engage." Dione then: "Thy wrongs with patience bear, And share those griefs inferior powers must share: Unnumber'd woes mankind from us sustain, And men with woes afflict the gods again. The mighty Mars in mortal fetters bound,(149) And lodged in brazen dungeons underground, Full thirteen moons imprison'd roar'd in vain; Otus and Ephialtes held the chain: Perhaps had perish'd had not Hermes' care Restored the groaning god to upper air. Great Juno's self has borne her weight of pain, The imperial partner of the heavenly reign; Amphitryon's son infix'd the deadly dart,(150) And fill'd with anguish her immortal heart. E'en hell's grim king Alcides' power confess'd, The shaft found entrance in his iron breast; To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled, Pierced in his own dominions of the dead; Where Paeon, sprinkling heavenly balm around, Assuaged the glowing pangs, and closed the wound. Rash, impious man! to stain the bless'd abodes, And drench his arrows in the blood of gods! [Illustration: OTUS AND EPHIALTES HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE.] OTUS AND EPHIALTES HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE. "But thou (though Pallas urged thy frantic deed), Whose spear ill-fated makes a goddess bleed, Know thou, whoe'er with heavenly power contends, Short is his date, and soon his glory ends; From fields of death when late he shall retire, No infant on his knees shall call him sire. Strong as thou art, some god may yet be found, To stretch thee pale and gasping on the ground; Thy distant wife, Ćgiale the fair,(151