The woman, opportune to all attempts,161 Her husband, for I view far round, not nigh, Whose higher intellectual more I shun, And strength, of courage haughty, and of limb162 485 Heroic built, though of terrestrial mould,163 Foe not informidable, exempt from wound,164 I not; so much hath Hell debased, and pain Enfeebled me, to what I was in Heav’n.165 She fair, divinely fair, fit love for gods, 490 Not terrible, though terror be in love166 And beauty, not approached by stronger hate, Hate stronger, under show of love well-feigned, The way which to her ruin now I tend.
