" Call that a wonder, Cretan-born woman? 9970 Never listened when poetry Sang its sweet lessons? Ionia’s and Hellas’s Ancientest legends Of a gods-and-heroes abundance, Never heard them? Nothing that’s done today’s More than a pitiful Echo of glorious Ancestral days; 9980 Nothing, your story is, Compared with the lovely lie, More trustworthy than truth, That is sung about Maia’s son. "
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