Great Theseus! thee the Marathonian plain Admires, and wears with pride the noble stain Of the dire monster’s blood by valiant Theseus slain: That now Cromyon’s swains in safety sow And reap their fertile field, to thee they owe: By thee the infested Epidaurian coast Was clear’d, and now can a free commerce boast: The traveller his journey can pursue, With pleasure the late dreadful valley view, And cry, “Here Theseus the grand robber slew: Cephisus’ flood cries to his rescued shore; The merciless Procrustes is no more: In peace, Eleusis, Ceres’ rites renew, Since Theseus’ sword the fierce Cercyon slew; By him the torturer Sinis was destroy’d, Of strength (but strength to barb’rous use employ’d) That tops of tallest pines to earth could bend, And thus in pieces wretched captives rend: Inhuman Scyron now has breathed his last, And now Alcatho’s roads securely pass’d; By Theseus slain, and thrown into the deep; But earth nor sea his scatter’d bones would keep, Which, after floating long, a rock became, Still infamous with Scyron’s hated name.