“Ah me! If with the routed troops I flee From fierce Achilles, he will overtake And slay me; I shall die as cowards die. But if I leave the host to be pursued By Peleus’ son, and by another way Flee from the wall across the plain, until I reach the lawns of Ida, and am hid Among its thickets, then I may at eve Bathe in the river and return refreshed To Troy. But why give way to thoughts like these? For he may yet observe me as I haste From Ilium o’er the plain, and his swift feet May follow; there will then be no escape From death and fate, since he in might of arm Excels all other men. If now I here Confront him before Troy, I cannot think That he is weapon-proof; one life alone Dwells in him, though Saturnian Jupiter Bestows on him the glory of the day.”