Personification of War. "The Acharnians"

" THE A CHARNIANS . "

Chorus .

War is my aversion; I detest the very thought of him.
Never in my life will I receive him in my house again;
Positively never; he behaved in such a beastly way.
There we were assembled at a dinner of the neighbourhood.
Mirth and unanimity prevail till he reversed it all,
Coming in among us of a sudden, in a haughty style.
Civilly we treated him enough, with a polite request:
" Please ye to be seated, and to join us in a fair carouse. "
Nothing of the kind! but unaccountably he began to storm,
Brandishing a torch as if he meant to set the house afire,
Swaggering and hectoring, abusing and assaulting us.
First he smashed the jars, he spoilt and spilt the wines;
Next he burnt the stakes, and ruined all the vines.
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Aristophanes
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