Looks off upon the wild Euboean sea.
Band of captive Oechalian maidens: The mate of the immortals he,
Whose life and fortune hand in hand
Go on apace. But worse than death105
Is life, dragged on with many groans.
Whoe'er has trodden under foot
The greedy fates, and can disdain
The boat that plies on death's dark stream,
Will never feel the galling chains
Upon his captive arms; nor grace,