Proud is the heart of kings, fostered of heaven; for their honour is from Zeus, and Zeus, god of counsel, loveth them.
Even in thy tent I’ll seize the blooming prize,Thy loved Briseïs with the radiant eyes.Hence shalt thou prove my might, and curse the hourThou stood’st a rival of imperial power;And hence, to all our hosts it shall be known,That kings are subject to the gods alone.