Classic Poem

" " Cyclop! if any aske thee who imposde
Th'unsightly blemish that thine eye enclosde,
Say that Ulysses (old Laertes' sonne,
Whose seate is Ithaca, and who hath wonne
Surname of Citie-racer) bor'd it out. "

" At this he braid so loud that round about
He drave affrighted Ecchoes through the Aire,
And said: " O beast! I was premonisht faire
By aged Prophecie in one that was
A great and good man, this should come to passe;
And how tis prov'd now! Augur Telemus,
Surnam'd Eurymides (that spent with us
His age in Augurie and did exceed
In all presage of Truth) said all this deed
Should this event take, author'd by the hand
Of one Ulysses; who I thought was mand
With great and goodly personage, and bore
A vertue answerable, and this shore
Should shake with weight of such a conqueror,
When now a weakling came, a dwarfie thing,
A thing of nothing, who yet wit did bring
That brought supply to all, and with his wine
Put out the flame where all my light did shine.
Come, land againe, Ulysses! that my hand
May Guest-rites give thee. . ."