She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.