That rich men have; but Zeus made nought of all:
For his will surely ’twas, who sent me forth
With wandering pirates, sailing up the river
Of Egypt, a long voyage—and to my ruin:
For tarrying there, my crews in mutiny
Brake from me, and doing bloody violence
Unto the people of the king, were slain,
And I enslaved. But of the king’s good pleasure,
With whom I lacked not favour, I was sent
In time to Cyprus ...