How shall I mix good things with evil, tellingOf storm against the Achaioi, urged by gods’ wrath?For they swore league, being arch-foes before that,Fire and the sea: and plighted troth approved they,Destroying the unhappy Argeian army.At night began the bad-wave-outbreak evils;For, ships against each other Threkian breezesShattered: and these, butted at in a fury