Still seems her cruel fortune to bemoan:
Argos, whose monarch led the Grecian hosts
Across th’ Ægean main to Dardan coasts:
Unhappy prince! who, on a hostile shore,
Fatigue, and danger, ten long winters bore;
And when to native realms restored at last
To reap the harvest of thy labours past,
There found a perjured friend, and faithless wife,
Who sacrificed to impious lust thy life:
Fast by Arcadia stretch these desert plains,