'Mong oxen lowed; and shepherds kept, in the Cranonian dales,
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Infinite flocks to bear the hospital [hospitable] Creondan's charge.{
No pleasure should these men enjoy of their expenses large,{
When once their souls they had embarked in the Infernal Barge;{
But leaving all this wealth behind, in wretched misery
Among the dead, without renown, for ever they should lie:
Had not Simonides the Chian Poet, with his pen
And with his lute of many strings so famous made these men
To all posterity. The very horses were renowned;