“O friends!” they said, “ye great in war, and ye Of less renown, and ye of little note!⁠— For all are not alike in war⁠—the time Demands the aid of all, as well ye know: And now let no man turn him toward the fleet Before the threats of Hector, but press on, And each exhort his fellow: so may Jove, Who flings the lightning from Olympus, grant That, driving back their onset, we may chase The enemy to the very walls of Troy.”