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_Slay with your eyes, Greek, / men over the face of the earth, / slay with your eyes, the host, / puny, passionless, weak._
_Break as the ranks of steel / broke when the Persian lost: / craven, we hated them then: / now we would count them Gods / beside these, spawn of the earth._