...and Phoebus bless thy prayer. But from these lands and yon Italian shore, where from this sea of ours the tide sweeps in, escape and flee, for all its cities hold pernicious Greeks, thy foes: the Locri there have builded walls; the wide Sallentine fields are filled with soldiers of Idomeneus; there Meliboean Philoctetes' town, petilia, towers above its little wall. Yea, even when thy fleet has...