“Here did the tender tale of Picus cease; Above belief the wonder I confess. Again we sail, but more disasters meet, Foretold by Circe, to our suffering fleet. Myself unable further woes to bear, Declined the voyage, and am refuged here.”
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“Here did the tender tale of Picus cease; Above belief the wonder I confess. Again we sail, but more disasters meet, Foretold by Circe, to our suffering fleet. Myself unable further woes to bear, Declined the voyage, and am refuged here.”