“ ‘Anigros once did wholesome draughts afford, But now his deadly waters are abhorr’d: Since, hurt by Hercules, as fame resounds, The centaurs in his current wash’d their wounds. The streams of Hypanis are sweet no more, But brackish lose the taste they had before. Antissa, Pharos, Tyre, in seas were pent, Once isles, but now increase the continent; While the Leucadian coast, main land before, By rushing seas is sever’d from the shore. So Zancle to the Italian earth was tied, And men once walk’d where ships at anchor ride; Till Neptune overlook’d the narrow way, And in disdain pour’d in the conquering sea.

“ ‘Two cities, that adorn’d the Achaian ground, Buris, and Helice, no more are found, But whelm’d beneath a lake, are sunk and drown’d; And boatmen, through the crystal water, show To wondering passengers the walls below.