That fled Pisistratus’ vindictive rage;
Just Aristides here maintained the cause,
Whose sacred precepts shine through Solon’s laws:
Of all her towering structures, now alone
Some columns stand, with mantling weeds o’ergrown;
The wandering stranger near the port descries
A milk-white lion of stupendous size,
Of antique marble; hence the haven’s name,
Unknown to modern natives whence it came.
Next, in the gulf of Engia, Corinth lies,