It matters not how fair, is straitly banned.
I need not say I’ve left a place for such
As are unearthed in the next hundred years.
Now do you follow?
(To Gyges.) That one fitly suits
Some massive giant-skull such as your sculptors
Are wont to give my forebear for a head-piece,
When in his lion-skin, with bulky club,
Towering above a streamlet’s mossy rim,
You make him useful as a children’s bogy.