Once we were a wealthy city, and our fame abroad resounded
As a place where gold and silver, and all precious things, abounded;
But we took to importation, and the sad effect has been,
That but little of our former wealth within the walls is seen.
It has gone away to Phrygia, and Mœonia growing-grain,
And we've eaten all they gave us—Jove has made our thrift in vain.
—Iliad, xviii. 288-292.
Transcriber's Notes:
Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible, including obsolete and variant spellings and other inconsistencies.
Obvious punctuation errors and minor printer errors repaired.