Yet will I not my Trojan friend upbraid,
Nor grudge the alliance I so gladly made.
'Twas not his fault, my Pallas fell so young,
But my own crime for having lived too long.
Yet, since the gods had destined him to die,
At least, he led the way to victory:
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{ First for his friends he won the fatal shore,
{ And sent whole herds of slaughtered foes before—
{ A death too great, too glorious to deplore.