Speed Dolon’s journey to the Grecian fleet,
Let him espy th’ entrenchments of their host;
Again in triumph from the stormy coast
Conduct the warrior to his native seat;
May he mount that chariot drawn
By steeds that browsed the Phthian lawn
When our brave lord, the Mars of Greece, hath slain;
Coursers of unrivalled speed,
Which erst to Eacus’ seed
To Peleus, Neptune gave who rules the billowy main.