“Friend, take thy seat in quiet, and attend To what thy betters say; thou art not strong Nor valiant, and thou art of mean repute In combat and in council. We, the Greeks, Cannot be all supreme in power. The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief In war, and one the king, to whom the son Of Saturn gives the sceptre, making him The lawgiver, that he may rule the rest.”

Thus did he act the chief, and make the host Obey his word; they to the council ground Came rushing back from all the ships and tents With tumult, as, on the long-stretching shore Of ocean many-voiced, his billows fling Themselves in fury, and the deep resounds.