Broke short, the fragments glittered on the sand.
The raging warrior to the spacious skies
Raised his upbraiding voice and angry eyes.
'Then is it vain in Jove himself to trust?
And is it thus the Gods assist the just?
When crimes provoke us, Heaven success denies,
The dart falls harmless, and the falchion flies.'
Furious he said, and tow'rd the Grecian crew
Seized by the crest, th' unhappy warrior drew;
Struggling he followed, while th' embroidered throng,