text:  Yes ill shall ever ill repay-- Jove to the impious hands that stain The Altar of Man's Hearth again The doomer's doom shall weigh!" "Well they reserved for joy to day " Cried out Oileus' valiant son "May laud the favouring gods who sway Our earth their easy thrones upon; Without a choice they mete our doom Our woe or welfare Hazard gives-- Patroclus slumbers in the tomb And all unharm'd Thersites lives