To Priam and all his sons a bitter end
Because of evil deeds the gods did send.
O Helen, thou didst cause their ire,
Which sacred Troy laid low with fire.
Not like to thee that beauteous maiden was,
Led homeward by the son of Aeacus
From Nereus' halls to Chiron's home,
Whither all blessed gods had come.
Invited guests, they to the wedding thronged,
For which the noble Peleus' heart had longed,
The blissful union with the maid,
Who was the fairest Nereid.
Within a year the hero of greatest might
Was born, who knew the tawny steeds to guide.
But, battling for Helen in the fray,
Phrygians and city ruined lay.
