Which, from their races swift returned, with olive garlands crowned.
Whoever should have known the Lycian Princes and their race,
Or them of Troy, of Cignus [Cycnus] with his woman's coloured face:
Had not the Poets sung the famous Wars of them of old?
Nor yet Ulysses (who, for ten years space on seas was rolled,
By sundry sorts of men; and who at last went down to Hell
As yet alive; and from the Cyclops' den escapèd well)
Had got such lasting fame: and drowned should lie in silence deep
Swineherd Eumæus, and Philætus who had to keep
A herd of neat; Laertes eke himself had been unknown—