Amphitryon: But the man whose hands know how to aim the bow,
Holds the best weapon: a thousand arrows shot,
He still has more to guard himself from death.
He stands far off, shooting at foes who see
Only the wound the unseen arrow plows,
While he himself, his body unexposed,
Lies screened and safe.
This is best in war:
To preserve yourself and to hurt your foe
Unless he stands secure, beyond your range.
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