The sibyl mounting now from nether skies, And the famed Ilian prince at Cuma rise. He sail’d, and near the place to anchor came, Since call’d Cajeta from his nurse’s name; Here did the luckless Macareus, a friend To wise Ulysses, his long labours end; Here, wandering, Achaemenides he meets, And, sudden, thus his late associate greets:

“Whence came you here, oh friend, and whither bound? All gave you lost on fair cyclopean ground; A Greek’s at last aboard a Trojan found.”