“Thus shall ye leave unharmed the fleet that brought The knights of Greece, ye treaty-breaking sons Of Ilium, never satisfied with war! Yet lack ye not still other guilt and shame⁠— Wrong done to me, ye dogs! Ye have not feared The wrath of Hospitable Jove, who flings The thunder, and will yet destroy your town, With all its towers⁠—ye who, without a cause, Bore off my youthful bride, and heaps of wealth, When she had given you welcome as our guests. And now ye seek to burn with fire the fleet With which we cross the ocean, and to slay The Grecian heroes. Ye shall yet be forced, Eager for battle as ye are, to pause. O Father Jupiter, who hast the praise Of highest wisdom among gods and men! All this is of thy ordering. How hast thou Favored this arrogant crew of Troy, in love With violence, who never have enough Of war and all its many miseries! All other things soon satisfy desire⁠— Sleep, love, and song, and graceful dance, which most Delight in more than warlike toils⁠—yet they Of Troy are never satisfied with war.”