Homer,
Odyssey — Book IV
(1725)
“ The coursers, for the champaign sports retain; That gift our barren rocks will render vain: Horrid with cliffs, our meagre land allows Thin herbage for the mountain goat to browse, But neither mead nor plain supplies, to feed The sprightly courser, or indulge his speed: To sea-surrounded realms the gods assign Small tract of fertile lawn, the least to mine." His hand the king with tender passion press'd, And, smiling, thus the royal youth address'd: "O early worth! a soul so wise, and young, Proclaims you from the sage Ulysses sprung. ”
