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Rh They say with the joyful,—one outside on each, too,

As they force to a smile smileless faces.

But whoever is good at distinguishing races

In sheep of his flock—it is not for the eyes

Of a man to escape such a shepherd's surprise,

As they seem, from a well-wishing mind,

In watery friendship to fawn and be kind.

Thou to me, then, indeed, sending an army for Helena's sake,

(I will not conceal it) wast—oh, by no help of the Muses!—depicted

Not well of thy midriff the rudder directing,—convicted

Of bringing a boldness they did not desire to the men with existence at stake.