." -- "Yet I sit here, belying all my principles, attempting to translate a thing more difficult than Homer." -- "It was she, this child, set me going upon it!" Brother Copas pulled the paper towards him again.
By the end of another hour he had painfully achieved this:-- "'Go, Maidens,' Our Lady commands, 'while the myrtle is green in the grove, Take the Boy to your escort.' But 'Ah!' cry the maidens, 'What trust is in Love Keeping holiday too, while he weareth his archery, tools of his trade ?' -- 'Go: he lays them aside, an apprentice released--you may wend unafraid: See, I bid him disarm, he disarms.

Mother- naked I bid him to go, And he goes mother-naked.

What flame can he shoot without arrow or bow ?' -- Yet beware ye of Cupid, ye maidens! Be- ware most of all when he charms As a child: for the more he runs naked, the more he's a strong man-at-arms.".