...misfortunes! For us, the left from out the Argeian army, The gain beats, nor does sorrow counterbalance. So that 't is fitly boasted of, this sunlight, By us, o'er sea and land the aery flyers, " Troia at last taking, the band of Argives Hang up such trophies to the gods of Hellas Within their domes -- new glory to grow ancient!" Such things men having heard must praise the city And army-leader...