Such chains as his were sure to bind.
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
On Suli’s rock and Parga’s shore
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Doric mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, some seed is sown
The Heracleidan blood might own.
Trust not for freedom to the Franks—
They have a king who buys and sells;
In native swords and native ranks