Meantime the potent sons of Saturn each Favored a different side, and planned new toils For all the warriors, Jupiter had willed That Hector and the Trojans should prevail, Yet had he not decreed the Achaian host To perish before Troy; he only sought To honor Thetis and her large-souled son. But Neptune, mingling with the Greeks, aroused Their martial spirit. From the hoary deep He came unmarked, for deeply was he grieved To see the Greeks give way before the host Of Troy, and he was wroth with Jupiter. Both gods were of one race, and owed their birth To the same parents; but the elder-born Was Jupiter, and wiser. For that cause Not openly did Neptune aid the Greeks, But, as by stealth, disguised in human form, Moved through their army and encouraged them To combat. Thus it was the potent twain Each drew, with equal hand, the net of strife And fearful havoc, which no power could break Or loosen, stretched o’er both the warring hosts, And laying many a warrior low in death. And now, although his brows were strewn with gray.