Not one but suffered, and too dearly bought
The prize of honour which in arms he sought;
Some doomed to death, and some in exile driven,
Out-casts, abandoned by the care of heaven—
So worn, so wretched, so despised a crew,
As even old Priam might with pity view.
Witness the vessels by Minerva tossed
In storms—the vengeful Capharean coast—
The Eubœan rocks—the prince, whose brother led
Our armies to revenge his injured bed,