And catching sight of Helen moving along the ramparts,
they murmured one to another, gentle, winged words:
"Who on earth could blame them? Ah, no wonder
the men of Troy and Argive under arms have suffered
years of agony all for her, for such a women.
Beauty, terrible beauty!
A deathless goddess—so she strikes our eyes! But still,
ravishing as she is, let her go home in the long ships
and not be left behind . . . for us and our children
down the years an irresistible sorrow." — Iliad, Book III