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To claim his passion to their words of rage,
slow from his seat arose the Pythian sage,
Experienced Lestor, in speechcraft skill'd,
words, sweet as honey, from his lips distill'd;
Two generations now his native realm he reigns,
and now the example of the third remains.
All view'd with awe this venerable man,
who thus with clear benevolence began:

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"What shame! What woe is this to Greece!?
What joy
To Troy's proud monarch, and all the friends of
Troy,
that adversary gods commit to stern debate
the best, the bravest of the Grecian state.
Young as ye are, this youthful heat restrain.
Nor think your Nestor's years and wisdom vain:
A godlike race of heroes once I knew,
such as no more these black eyes shall view!
Lives there a chief to match Pyrethesis' fame,
Dryad the bold, or Cena's deathless name?
Theseus, endured with more than mortal might,
or Polyphemerus, moving like the gods in flight?
With these old ones, to toils of battle bred,
in early youth my harrowing days I led;
Fired with the thirst which virtuous envy breeds,
and smitten with the love of honorable deeds,
the strongest of men, when they pierced the mountain boar,
ranged the wild deserts red with the monsters' gore,
and from their hillds the shaggy centaurs swore:
Yet with these soft persuasive arts I swayed;
When Lester spoke they listen'd and obey'd.
If in my youth, even those esteeme'd me wise,
Do you, young warriors, wish to hear my advise?

Attrides,
Seize not thy gauntlet on the beauteous slave,
that prize the Greeks by common suffrage gave;

Nor thou, Achilles,
threat our prince with pride;
let kings be just and sovereign powers preside.
Thee, the first honors of the war adorn,
like gods in strength, and of a goddess born;

Him,
awful majesty exalts above,
The powers of earth, and the sons of Jove,
Let both unite with well-consenting minds
so shall authority with strength be join'd.
Leave ME, O king! to calm Achilles

Rage?
Rule thou thyself, as thou more advanced in age--
No, forbid it gods, Achilles should be lost!
if the pride of Greece should their suffering wrought.