The Souls of many Chiefs, renown'd in Fight:
And gave their Bodies for the Dogs to tear,
And every hungry Fowl that wings the Air.
And thus accomplish'd was the Will of Jove,
Since first Atrides and Achilles strove.
What God the fatal Enmity begun?
Latonâ's, and great Jove's immortal Son.
He through the Camp a dire Contagion spread,
The Prince offended, and the People bled:
With publick Scorn, Atrides had disgrac'd