"Thus, thus, Pelides, drive your cares away,
"Nor fear the evil, till the evil day.
"What tho' on Simois' or Scamander's shore,
"Far off from home the Greeks your death deplore?
"No matter where, or when; it once must be,
"And nothing can revoke the firm decree.
"Tho' Thetis' son, tho' third from mighty Jove,
"Eternal monarch of the realms above,
"Nor Jove, nor Thetis, can your days recal,
"Or for an hour defer you destin'd fall.