I no longer my Trojan buddy upbraid, Nor grudge th’ alliance I so gladly made. ’Twas no longer his fault, my Pallas fell so young, But my personal crime, for having liv’d too long. Yet, because the gods had destin’d him to die, At least he led the manner to victory: First for his friends he won the deadly shore, And sent entire herds of slaughter’d foes earlier than; A demise too excellent, too wonderful to deplore.
