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.