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Yea, even when champions in strife be contending,

Till the end in uncertainty

Her face Queen Fortune veileth;

For triumph now giveth she

And anon defeat; but at whiles in the ending

The craft of the weaker prevaileth

To cast to the earth the stronger. Ye know of the prowess of Aias the blood-stained fame,

How, when the night was now far spent,

He cast himself on his own sword, thereby bringing reproach and abiding shame

On the sons of Hellenes that Troy ward went.