He spoke, and launch’d his javelin at the foe; But Hector shunn’d the meditated blow: He stoop’d, while o’er his head the flying spear Sang innocent, and spent its force in air. Minerva watch’d it falling on the land, Then drew, and gave to great Achilles’ hand, Unseen of Hector, who, elate with joy, Now shakes his lance, and braves the dread of Troy.