"A thousand names, a thousand means hast thou Of mischief.

Search thy fertile breast, and break The plighted peace.

Breed calumnies, and sow The strife.

Let youth desire, demand and take Thy weapons."-- Wreathed with many a Gorgon snake, To Latium's court Alecto flew unseen, And by Amata's chamber sate, nor spake; While, musing on her new-come guests, the queen, Wroth for her Turnus, boiled with woman's rage and spleen.
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At her the goddess from her dark locks threw A snake, and lodged the monster in her breast, To make her fury all the house undo.
In glides, impalpable, the maddening pest Between the dainty bosom and the vest, Breathing its venom.