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 Antenor moves to cut away the cause Of all their sufferings: does he gain applause? No; none shall force young Paris to enjoy Life, power and riches in his own fair Troy. Nestor takes pains the quarrel to compose That makes Atrides and Achilles foes: In vain; their passions are too strong to quell; Both burn with wrath, and one with love as well. Let kings go mad and blunder as they may, The people in the end are sure to pay. Strife, treachery, crime, lust, rage, 'tis error all, One mass of faults within, without the wall.
 * Turn to the second tale: Ulysses shows

How worth and wisdom triumph over woes: He, having conquered Troy, with sharp shrewd ken Explores the manners and the towns of men; On the broad ocean, while he strives to win For him and his return to home and kin, He braves untold calamities, borne down By Fortune's waves, but never left to drown. The Sirens' song you know, and Circe's bowl: Had that sweet draught seduced his stupid soul As it seduced his fellows, he had been The senseless chattel of a wanton queen, Sunk to the level of his brute desire, An unclean dog, a swine that loves the mire. But what are we? a mere consuming class, Just fit for counting roughly in the mass, Like to the suitors, or Alcinous' clan, Who spent vast pains upon the husk of man,