... grandsires, sires beget Ourselves, yet baser, soon to curse The world with offspring baser yet. Why weep for him whom sweet Favonian airs Will waft next spring, Asteria, back to you, Rich with Bithynia 's wares, A lover fond and true, Your Gyges? He, detain'd by stormy stress At Oricum, about the Goat-star's rise, Cold, wakeful, comfortless, The long night weeping lies. Meantime his lovesick h...