cloud-compeller, Saturn’s son, From shameful overthrow, when all the rest Who dwell upon Olympus had conspired To bind him—Juno, Neptune, and with them Pallas Athene. Thou didst come and loose His bonds, and call up to the Olympian heights The hundred-handed, whom the immortal gods Have named Briareus, but the sons of men Aegeon, mightier than his sire in strength; And he, rejoicing in the honor, took His seat by Jove, and all the immortals shrank Aghast before him, and let fall the chains. Remind him of all this, and, sitting down, Embrace his knees, and pray him to befriend The Trojans, that the Greeks, hemmed in and slain Beside their ships and by the shore, may learn To glory in their king, and even he, Wide-ruling Agamemnon, may perceive How grievous was his folly when he dared To treat with scorn the bravest of the Greeks.”
And Thetis answered, weeping as she spake:— “Alas, my son, why did I rear thee, born To sorrow as thou wert? O would that thou Unwronged, and with no cause for tears, couldst dwell Beside thy ships, since thou must die so soon. I brought thee forth in an unhappy hour, Short-lived and wronged beyond all other men. Yet will I climb the Olympian height among