" " Cyclop! if any aske thee who imposde
Th'unsightly blemish that thine eye enclosde,
Say that Ulysses (old Laertes' sonne,
Whose seate is Ithaca, and who hath wonne
Surname of Citie-racer) bor'd it out. "

" At this he braid so loud that round about
He drave affrighted Ecchoes through the Aire,
And said: " O beast! I was premonisht faire
By aged Prophecie in one that was
A great and good man, this should come to passe;
And how tis prov'd now! Augur Telemus,
Surnam'd Eurymides (that spent with us
His age in Augurie and did exceed

[The heroes meet again in the underworld]

" The Danaans wept for you, Achilles, gathering round,
And cut their hair. And your mother when she knew
Came out of the sea with the Nymphs who do not die
And over the sea there arose a terrible crying.
The soldiers were afraid and would have fled into the ships
Had not our Nestor, the long rememberer and frequent
Giver of good advice, restrained them saying: " Do
Not run, it is his mother and her immortal nymphs
Come to look upon the face of her dead son. " The Achaeans

Alike he thwarts the hospitable end,
Who drives the free, or stays the hasty friend;
True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

A youth there was, Elpenor was he nam'd,
Nor much for sense, nor much for courage fam'd;
The youngest of our band, a vulgar soul
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
He, hot and careless, on a turret's height
With sleep repair'd the long debauch of night:
The sudden tumult stirr'd him where he lay,
And down he hasten'd, but forgot the way;
Full endlong from the roof the sleeper fell,
And snapt the spinal joint, and wak'd in hell.

While thus he thought, a monstrous wave upbore
The chief, and dashed him on the craggy shore;
Torn was his skin, nor had the ribs been whole,
But instant Pallas entered in his soul.
Close to the cliff with both his hands he clung,
And stuck adherent, and suspended hung;
Till the huge surge rolled off: then, backward sweep
The refluent tides, and plunge him in the deep.
As when the polypus, from forth his cave
Torn with full force, reluctant beats the wave;
His ragged claws are stuck with stones and sands;

Where neither King nor shepheard want comes neare
Of cheese, or flesh, or sweete milke. All the yeare
They ever milke their Ewes.

The great in counsels made her this reply:
" Renowm'd and to be reverenc'd Deitie!
Let it not move thee that so much I vow
My comforts to my wife, though well I know
All cause my selfe why wise Penelope
In wit is farre inferiour to thee,
In feature, stature, all the parts of show,
She being a mortall, an Immortall thou,
Old ever growing, and yet never old.
Yet her desire shall all my dayes see told,
Adding the sight of my returning day,
And naturall home. If any God shall lay
His hand upon me as I passe the seas,

" Twelve Herds of Oxen, no lesse Flockes of Sheepe,
As many Herds of Swine, Stals large and steepe,
And equall sort of Goats, which Tenants there
And his owne Sheepherds kept. Then fed he here
Eleven faire stalles of Goats, whose food hath yeilde
In the extreame part of a neighbor Field.
Each Stall his Herdsman hath, an honest Swaine,
Yet every one must every day sustaine
The load of one Beast (the most fat and best
Of all the Stall-fed) to the Woers' Feast.
And I (for my part) of the Swine I keepe

Trembling the Sepctres glide, and plaintive vent
Thin, hollow screams, along the deep descent.
As in the cavern of some rifted den,
Where flock nocturnal bats, and birds obscene;
Cluster'd they hang, till at some sudden shock,
They move, and murmurs run thro' all the rock:
So cow'ring fled the sable heaps of ghosts,
And such a scream fill'd all the dismal coasts.

Thus charg'd he; nor Argicides denied,
But to his feete his faire wingd shooes he tied,
Ambrosian, golden, that in his command
Put either sea or the unmeasur'd land
With pace as speedie as a puft of wind.
Then up his Rod went, with which he declin'd
The eyes of any waker, when he pleasd,
And any sleeper, when he wisht, diseasd.
This tooke, he stoopt Pieria, and thence
Glid through the aire, and Neptune's Confluence
Kist as he flew, and checkt the waves as light
As any Sea-Mew in her fishing flight,