And verily it was not long ere that Epeian lord
Guest-faithless saw his wealth-abounding land and his own town
Beneath the fire’s remorseless breath and iron stroke of sword
Into the dark unfathomed gulf of ruin sinking down.
Ay, when a man hath rushed into contention, hard it is
To win forth thence, and loose the grip of mightier foes, I wis.
Yea, Augeas’ self, brought by his redeless counsel to confusion,
Was captive taken at the last, nor ’scaped sin’s retribution,
Hurled down to death, as one who falls from some sheer precipice.