Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy Stretch’d his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse’s breast, Scared at the dazzling helm, and nodding crest. With secret pleasure each fond parent smiled, And Hector hasted to relieve his child, The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, And placed the beaming helmet on the ground; Then kiss’d the child, and, lifting high in air, Thus to the gods preferr’d a father’s prayer: