Bowman, reviler, proud of thy curling locks, thou ogler of girls! O 386 that thou wouldst make trial of me man to man in armour, then would 387 thy bow and thy swift-falling arrows help thee not; whereas now having 388 but grazed the flat of my foot thou boastest vainly. I reck not thereof, 389 any more than if a woman had struck me or a witless child, 390 for blunt is the dart of one that is a weakling and a man of naught. 391 Verily in other wise when sped by my hand, even though it do but