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Rh When she perished, her fair companions all with the steel in her honour

Shore from their heads the lovely tresses, and laid on her tomb.

O'er the fisherman Pelagon here by Meniskus his father are planted

His oar and his weel, for memorials of days ever travail-haunted.

What a door-keeper! O fit theme for song!

A very Titan—feet seven fathoms long!

To make his sandals five bulls' hides were brought,

And cobblers seven the mighty fabric wrought.

Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys—

These doth one call, those doth another, fairest