Then answered Nestor, the Gerenian knight:⁠— “O son of Atreus, I myself could wish That I were now as when of yore I struck The high-born Ereuthalion down. The gods Bestow not all their gifts on man at once. If I were then a youth, old age in turn Is creeping o’er me. Still I keep among The knights, and counsel and admonish them⁠— The office of the aged. Younger men, They who can trust their strength, must wield the spear.”