Where shines his castle o'er the Lycian dell;

There hath he burial due, while all folk weep

Around the kindly Prince that loved them well.

Not unavenged he fell, nor all alone

To Hades did his soul indignant fly,

For soon was keen Patroclus overthrown

By Hector, and the God of archery;

And Hector stripp'd his shining panoply,