Some doom’d to loss of life, and a few in exile driv’n. Outcasts, abandon’d by the care of Heav’n; So worn, so wretched, so despis’d a team, As ev’n old Priam might with pity view. Witness the vessels by Minerva toss’d In storms; the vengeful Capharean coast; Th’ Euboean rocks! The prince, whose brother led Our armies to revenge his injur’d mattress, In Egypt lost! Ulysses together with his men Have seen Charybdis and the Cyclops’ den. Why have to I call Idomeneus, in useless Restor’d to scepters, and expell’d once more? Or young Achilles, through his rival slain? Ev’n he, the King of Men, the
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