He hurled the staff, studded with golden nails,

before him on the ground. Then down he sat,

and fury filled Agamemnon, looking across at him.

But for the sake of both men Nestor arose,

the Pylians' orator, eloquent and clear;

argument sweeter than honey rolled from his tongue.

By now he had outlived two generations

of mortal men, his own and the one after,

in Pylos land, and still ruled in the third.