Then Nestor, the Gerenian knight, rejoined:⁠— “Why does Achilles pity thus the sons Of Greece when wounded? Little can he know What sorrow reigns throughout the Grecian host While, smitten in the close or distant fight, Our bravest lie disabled in their ships. The valiant son of Tydeus⁠—Diomed⁠— Is wounded⁠—wounded Agamemnon lies, And the great wielder of the javelin, Ulysses. By an arrow in the thigh Eurypylus is smitten, and I now Bring home this warrior with an arrow-wound. Yet doth Achilles, valiant as he is, Care nothing for the Greeks. Will he then wait Till our swift galleys, moored upon the shore, After a vain defence shall feed the flames Lit by the enemy’s hand, and we be slain, And perish, heaps on heaps? My strength is now Not that which dwelt in these once active limbs. Would I were strong and vigorous as of yore, When strife arose between our men and those Of Elis for our oxen driven away, And, driving off their beeves in turn, I slew The Elean chief, the brave Itymoneus,