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And let them mock, in his calamities
Let them exult: the time perchance may come,
Though whilst he lived they lightly prized his worth,
They may lament him dead with many a groan,
And want him in the dreadful shock of war.
The impotent of mind, whilst in their hands
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They hold a treasure, know not how to prize
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Its worth, till from them it be snatch'd away.
To me his death brings sorrow, joy to them;
To him it was most pleasing so to die,
It was the consummation of his wish.
Have they then cause to triumph in his death?
No: by the gods he died, and not by them.
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Then let Ulysses swell with pride, none now
Opposing. Ajax lives for them no more,
But in his death to me leaves woes and groans.
Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.