And oft the stragglers of their starving flocks
Are caught and sacrificed by whomsoe’er,
Whoever of chance or purpose hither fare:
About the fence lie strewn their bleaching bones.
But in the temple jewels and precious stones,
Upheapt with golden rings and vials lie,
Thankofferings to Achilles, and thereby,
Written or scratch’d upon the walls in view,
Inscriptions, with the givers’ names thereto,
Some in Romaic character, some Greek,